The black dragon looked down at Damien with eyes older than civilization, burning with disdain. Its voice rumbled like tectonic plates grinding together.
"Insect. You're pretty good. You actually detected my presence."
"You're too fat and too ugly to miss." Damien replied carelessly.
Apparently, Black Dragons have zero appreciation for trash talk.
"You! Little piece of trash! I've razed cities older than your ancestors. You crawl through graves and pretend it makes you powerful. Leave now, or I'll erase you like the ash you command."
Damien didn't flinch. His eyes glinted with cold amusement.
Asking me to leave? Even after getting insulted? How undragonlike. There must be a secret here somewhere!
"You talk too much, lizard." he said. "I need a dragon general. Why don't you save me the trouble and commit suicide? It'll save us both time and energy."
The dragon blinked once, then burst into a laughter that split the sky like a thundercrack.
