Mutrad strained his ears to listen to the whispers of the figures looming outside the protective barrier, their voices like the hissing of serpents in the darkness. He couldn't make out their features, but the way they spoke made his scales prickle with unease. These were no ordinary beings, and their intentions were clear - to slay the Dark Lord and anyone else who dared to stand in their way.
"Traitor," their voices grew louder and more menacing with every repetition of the word. Mutrad couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as he thought of his own past transgressions. Had he not served the Dark Lord in his quest for power, would he have become like these figures outside the barrier, lost in their thirst for vengeance?
