Argon sat upon a dragon throne, his eyes gleaming with an unholy fervor. Beside him stood Isadora, his loyal aide, her presence an extension of his dark authority.
Before the throne, Isadora, knelt with her head bowed, her voice laden with a mixture of reverence and dread as she reported, "My lord, all the goblins have been successfully deployed. They have razed more than thirty villages to the ground, leaving only ashes and despair in their wake."
Argon's crimson eyes gleamed with a sinister satisfaction, his fingers steepled in front of him. "Excellent, Isadora. The path of chaos and destruction unfolds before us, a symphony of suffering that shall herald our supremacy."
Isadora nodded, her voice almost a whisper. "Yes, my lord. The Azure Continent quakes in fear, and the humans and demons alike, cower before your might."
