POV Commander Beren:
Beren stood in the cold cave, facing a pair of reptilian eyes burning in the thick clouds of smoke that slowly spread, filling the cave. The blue and gold light flashed through the dark cave as short tendrils of lightning flashed around the beast hiding in the smoke. His whole body was trembling under the oppressive aura radiating out of the wyrm, the cold air slowly becoming hotter and hotter with each passing second.
Feeling the rage seeping through the aura, Beren realised that he had made a terrible mistake of enraging the wyrm.
The deep voice that sounded like it came from a depth of hell spoke to him, the smoke whirling as the air vibrated under the loud tones, "Speak mortal! Give me an offer worthy of my forgiveness or die!"
