(Meanwhile, Planet Draconia, Within Moltherak's Royal Court)
In the weeks following Moltherak's return from his clash against the other Gods, the dragon court had grown even more brazen and primordial than before, as whatever thin restraint had once existed within its halls now seemed to have completely vanished.
The dragons gathered within no longer made even the slightest effort to mimic civility, as they sprawled openly across the chamber while feasting on half-cooked carcasses, drinking blood-wine in excess, and roaring their approval or displeasure without regard for order.
As the atmosphere felt heavier now…..
Wilder.
As though the court itself had reverted into something closer to its ancient roots, where strength alone dictated value, and where cruelty was not hidden behind ceremony, but rather displayed openly as a form of entertainment.
