The dragon, sleeping deep within its cave, suddenly awoke to the sound of rumbling. Its eyelids flicked upwards, the pupils beneath them glinting with disdain.

"A mere God dares to wake me from my slumber?"

The dragon condescendingly glanced at the petite black-furred cat that stood before it. The cat's red scarf was smudged with dirt, evidence of the difficult journey to the cave.

Not a single emotion could be gleaned from the cat's eyes as he stretched. His tail swung to and fro, baiting the dragon.

Eventually, his slow drawl rang in the vast cave, "I'm not a mere God. I am the only one of my kind that has been capable enough of clawing my way to power. If you don't wish to obey me, then I'm afraid I must destroy you."

An unspoken thought lingered in the air in between them.

'And I also wish to plunder the treasure you have accumulated for years.'

Hissing, the dragon drew itself up to its full height. Its aura turned from an amiable, lazy one to one of menace. A rumble, not unlike that of thunder, tore through the air towards the cat. "I will teach you, little God, how to respect your elders..."

But he paid it no heed; instead, he only glanced up and uttered a single sentence, "Foolish Dragon, my name is Complex. It would serve you well to remember it."

The moment the last syllable disappeared, the terrifying vibrations vanished, and a certain quietness replaced it. Like the calm before a storm.