Footsteps echoed down an empty hall heading following a concerning trail of dripping blood. A red cape draped over the shoulders of the owner of these footsteps.
Bright orange hair dropped down to his shoulders. His fierce gaze intensified by sharp crimson eyes and an aura of flames, unlike any other phoenix in the castle.
Gripping the golden lance tightly, King Trevor EmberFallen made his way down the hall, quietly following this trail of blood.
When was the last time the king had carried the Trident of Fire this far from the Sacred Chamber? The king didn't want to remember.
Instead, his hopes remained firmly placed in the weapon's capabilities. At the end of the hall, a single steel door opened, allowing the king into a heated room.
A group of three phoenixes dashed around what a large cylindrical structure made of thick concrete and coated in non-conductive materials.
