In the labyrinth, a macabre tableau of decaying Ghouls, a courageous duo carved a path through the chaos. Their journey was marked by a grisly trail of Ghoul corpses, their lifeless forms a testament to the duo's prowess.
The air was thick with the stench of decay, a toxic miasma emanating from the rotting bodies of the Ghouls. The valiant woman, her face morphing into the visage of a dragon, exhaled a burst of fire. The flames danced through the air, incinerating the toxins and reducing any Ghouls in their path to ashes.
Once the shrieks of the Ghouls faded, an eerie silence descended. They pressed on.
"You are not a bad swordsman either, Hyen!" Draja, clad in her black armor, complimented with a hint of pride in her voice.
"And you are not a bad dragon either," Hyen retorted playfully.
"Always the conversation killer, aren't you?" Draja teased.
