Meanwhile, in the Dragon Kingdom, high within the jagged peaks of the vast draconic mountain range, stood a massive black stone castle carved directly into the side of a mountain.
Inside one of its grand halls, a deep voice echoed.
"Dru'marok! Have you seen those sneaky succubi women? I can't find mine!"
A tall man with long dark hair tied behind his back stormed into the chamber. He wore a flowing grey changpao with intricate black patterns stitched along the sleeves. His sharp golden eyes burned with irritation.
He also had three shiny black reverse scales on his forehead, as well as a row of sharp, Jagged teeth.
"Oh? Younger brother Vel'dranor, you've lost yours as well?" came a slow, amused reply.
Dru'marok was seated casually on a large black couch in the dim lounge area. Unlike his brother, he wore a flowing black changpao embroidered with white patterns that shimmered faintly in the firelight.
His presence was heavier, more composed, clearly the elder between them.
