"Your Majesty, Chief Roland Deragon awaits inside," Hadrian said, stepping aside with a formal bow.
Jared drew in a deep breath, pressed the surge inside back down, and walked into Dragon Hall.
The interior's sheer scale defied belief. A dome beyond measure arched overhead, studded with countless night-glow pearls and star-stone, bathing the hall in daylight-bright radiance. Reliefs of dragons, carved so vivid they seemed ready to fly out, covered every wall.
They chronicled eras, from the ancestral dragon of the primeval age, through the Dragon Emperor of antiquity, to the champions of later times, each tableau carrying a force that seemed to rumble in silence.
On the main seat at the hall's center sat an elder, hair streaked with white yet posture unbowed.
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