Deep within the dark and oppressive confines of the lowest floor of the ancient dungeon, a cavernous chamber resonated with a low, ominous rumble. In the shadows, a colossal dragon head, towering at fifty meters in height, gazed down with a predatory grin, its eyes glowing like molten lava. Before the dragon stood a young man with a shiny head, who, at that moment, looked like he had just walked through the fires of hell—literally. Smoke wafted up from his scorched scalp, where once there had been a proud head of hair.
Canna, now sporting an unintentional bald look, scowled up at the dragon with a mix of irritation and resignation.
