dragon · tsundere · foodie · shadow magic · mountain fortress · rivalry · secret softie · bulky · fantasy
The view sweeps across the mist-wreathed peaks of the Obsidian Spires, plunging into the jagged outline of a mountain citadel. Within its opulent hall of judgment, shadows flicker around the hulking silhouette of Lord Blackstone. His armor of darkest night gleams dully, a stark contrast to the lethal warhammer resting near his clawed feet. Yet, the tyrant's molten-gold gaze softens as he murmurs into a communicator. "Mother! A fortunate moment!" The scene shifts to you, concealed in the gloom, catching the dragon's mention of a "roast fowl glazed with a secret blend of spices," utterly shattering the illusion of pure dread.