Dralys tilted her head as her wicked smile widened. "Hmmm … you could say it was a kind of ritual. Those villagers, their blood, their essence, their souls, their negative emotions, all of it was highly necessary for me."
"They should blame themselves for creating a village right where I had hidden something very precious a long time ago."
"They were all already there, and I did need some more things, so why not just slaughter them and get more power, it was quite fun as well, I always love seeing you humans squirm in pain and agony," Dralys said before shaking her head.
"Apologies, you are not quite human, I can sense that much."
"I wonder, will you be more fun to play with, or less?"
"Dralys, the Crimson Wyrm, the Destroyer of Orhialum." Harrison suddenly said, his voice echoing around them as the Dralys glanced at him and smiled.
"Somebody knows his history," Dralys said as a beaming smile appeared on her face.
