In the Black Dragon.
A girl named Ziva burst into Master Zuka's chamber, her voice laced with urgency.
"Master Zuka, Master Zuka, there is a problem!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with alarm.
"What's the matter? Why are you screaming?" Zuka inquired, sitting up to give her his full attention, his favorite concubine, Zara, seated beside him, watching with concern.
Zuka is the enigmatic ruler of Black Dragon, a realm steeped in darkness and mystery. With his commanding presence and mastery of dark sorcery, he has held dominion over Black Dragon for thousands of years. However, his reign is not without its secrets and betrayals. Zuka's ascent to power was marked by treachery, as he infamously betrayed one of his closest friends to seize control.
At his side is Zara, his favored concubine, whose beauty belies her cunning intellect. She is privy to the inner workings of Zuka's realm and often acts as his confidante, wielding her influence behind the scenes.
Ziva, on the other hand, is the meticulous overseer of Black Dragon, ensuring that all affairs within the realm run smoothly under Zuka's rule. As the one responsible for managing every aspect of Zuka's domain, Ziva commands respect and fear among the inhabitants of Black Dragon.
As the story unfolds, the intricate web of power and deception woven by Zuka, Zara, and Ziva will be unraveled, revealing the true depths of their ambition and the dark secrets that lie beneath the surface of Black Dragon.
"I think something is wrong with Velverosa [Abigail], I can't feel her energy" Ziva's voice trembled slightly as she entered Master Zuka's chamber, her expression fraught with concern.
"Oh no, that's bad. Have you tried the spell?" Master Zuka inquired, his tone reflecting a sense of urgency.
"Yes, Master, I've tried everything, but no response," Ziva replied, her voice tinged with frustration.
"I knew it," Zara interjected with a disapproving tone, her displeasure evident on her face. "That girl can't do the job. She will just make matters worse. Assuming it was other girls, they would have obtained whatever she wants to take and left there a long time ago. But she, she is just doing as she likes."
As Zara spoke, her expression turned increasingly unsatisfied, underscoring her frustration with Abigail's perceived incompetence.
"It's not time for this now, Zara. We must look for what to do before it's too late," Master Zuka declared firmly, his tone brooking no argument.
"Meet me at the healing room," he ordered, his voice commanding as he walked out of his chamber, his mind already racing with plans to address the unfolding crisis.
Back in lucky house
In the dimly lit room, chaos reigned as Lucky and Ziyad clashed with unrestrained fury. The air crackled with energy, punctuated by the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood. Flames licked hungrily at the furniture, casting dancing shadows on the walls that bore the marks of their brutal confrontation.
"Ziyad, I'm giving you your last warning," Lucky's voice echoed through the chaos, a low growl of warning. His eyes blazed with an intensity that matched the flames surrounding them, their azure hue pulsating with raw power.
Ziyad's laughter cut through the tumult like a jagged blade, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he reveled in the chaos he had wrought. "I'm sorry, bruh," he taunted, his voice tinged with madness. "I can't bring her back to life. Can't you see?" His words dripped with malice, a twisted smirk playing on his lips as he faced Lucky's wrath head-on.
Lucky's warning was clear, his patience wearing thin as his eyes flared with an otherworldly intensity. "I'm warning you, Ziyad," he thundered, the air around him crackling with blue flames that danced with an ethereal light. "Don't make me do what I'm not supposed to do."
Tension hung heavy in the air, the room a battleground where two powerful forces clashed in a deadly dance. As their confrontation escalated, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble, poised on the brink of cataclysmic destruction.
The room was bathed in an eerie glow as tendrils of blue and black smoke intertwined, creating a deadly but mesmerizing spectacle. Their combination cast ominous shadows on the walls, adding to the sense of impending doom that hung heavy in the air.
"So you're going to kill me because of that cheat, huh?" Ziyad's voice cut through the swirling smoke, dripping with derision. "Are you that blinded by love that you can't see how she's planning to kill you?"
Lucky's response was swift and fierce, his grip tightening around Ziyad's neck as he silenced the taunts with a warning glare. "Shut the fuck up, Ziyad," he growled, his voice laced with barely contained rage. "I don't want to hear another word from you."
But Ziyad was undeterred, his laughter echoing through the smoke-filled room like a sinister melody. "Haha, no I won't," he continued, his tone mocking. "Do you even know where your so-called lover is from? Who she is? What she does? Who her parents are?"
His question are true, do lucky really know who Abigail is?
The tension between them crackled like electricity, each word a dagger aimed at Lucky's heart. As the truth hung heavy in the air, the room seemed to pulse with a dark energy, a harbinger of the impending confrontation that would determine their fates.
"Shut up, I know every single thing about her," Lucky retorted vehemently, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Where she's from, who she is, what she does, and every fucking thing. She's Abigail, my Abigail."
Ziyad's mocking laughter filled the room once more, a cruel echo that seemed to reverberate off the walls. "Idiot," he sneered, his eyes alight with malice. "Haha, you are an idiot. Open your ears and listen. You see that girl over there is..."
Before Ziyad could finish his sentence, Abigail's sudden coughing fit drew both Lucky and Ziyad's attention. The sound echoed in the tense silence, a stark reminder of her fragile state.
Seizing the opportunity presented by the distraction, Ziyad wasted no time. With a quick, fluid motion, he slipped out of Lucky's grasp and darted towards the exit. The room seemed to exhale a collective breath as Ziyad disappeared into the shadows, leaving Lucky and Abigail alone once more.