Within the gigantic fortress that now towered over the valley, a man with three wings floated high on his throne. He wore the strange outfit of a mage: a black robe covering most of his body with three ripped portions behind him to allow his three wings to fly. His pale skin was adorned with intricate and horrifying tattoos that seemed to writhe and pulse as if they were alive. His left arm was strangely deformed, twisted, and gnarled as if it was hiding something inside it, something dark and malevolent.
He flew up and watched a massive vase that continued to tremble.
The vase was over twenty meters high and ten meters wide.
It was made of strange marble, gleaming metals, diamonds, and many other precious stones, which decorated it.
But this vase suddenly lit up with a bright flash of red, and a figure of a dragon stood inside, trying to break free.
