A gigantic creature with wings like a bat, a long, fluted neck, and a narrow reptilian face contorted with greed and malice, bursts from the darkness, bringing with it a great gust of heat and roaring wind.
The gang plants their feet to resist being entirely bowled over. The creature turns effortlessly under the peak of the huge chamber, before coming into a dive and alighting upon the throne like a housecat. Its gold scales reflect the torchlight and its claws gouge into the beautiful throne.
The two parties stare one another down, save Fassn, who’s inhaling a deep breath of the hot air to feel it in his lungs.
Shyan clears her throat, looking the creature dead in its shiny black eyes. “We’re here to deal.”
Logan Bright — Works 