"Caw, caw, caw!" Hearing Muria agree to visit its lair, the decaying Calamity Dragon immediately broke into an excited laugh. "Follow me, mighty Sorcerer."
A Calamity Dragon, in the midst of transforming itself into a Lich Dragon, and with its power at the Soul Intent fourth tier. In its carefully arranged lair, riddled with many traps and defenses, it dared to take on even human legends, though only from races as lowly as the human race.
So Muria, leading a Legendary Balrog Flame Demon, showed no sign of fear. He followed with his demon servants, deciding first to see what treasure the dragon collected before deciding whether to make a move.
"Diablo, please come in!" The Calamity Dragon stood at the gates of its Black Castle, a strong aura of death emanating from it. After glancing at Muria, it stepped inside.
Muria glanced at the undead creatures perched on the castle, greedily staring down at him. He nonchalantly smiled. They were just the undead after all.
