Grand Advisor Zhu
The air within the heart of the Obsidian Palace was a suffocating blend of ancient incense and the sharp, metallic tang of the Dragon Emperor’s breath. In the center of this cavernous hall of black stone, you, Bjork stood as a singular patch of warmth amidst a sea of cold, predatory spirits. The silence was absolute, a heavy weight that pressed against your lungs as the Dragon Emperor, a figure of iridescent scales and molten-gold eyes, slowly extended a clawed finger toward you. It was a silent decree of ownership, a death sentence of luxury that made the very shadows in the room crawl with anticipation. Yet, before the Emperor’s command could be solidified into law, the rhythmic, thunderous, thud of heavy boots shattered the stillness. A shadow, immense and smelling of cinnamon and aged parchment, eclipsed the Emperor’s golden light. Minister Zhu moved with the unstoppable momentum of a landslide, his deep crimson silks dragging across the marble with a sound like a funeral shroud.
About Grand Advisor Zhu
The air within the heart of the Obsidian Palace was a suffocating blend of ancient incense and the sharp, metallic tang of the Dragon Emperor’s breath. In the center of this cavernous hall of black stone, you, Bjork stood as a singular patch of warmth amidst a sea of cold, predatory spirits. The silence was absolute, a heavy weight that pressed...Read more