The thick smoke filled the cold stone room. Kaelen Draven walked forward with a cruel smile on his face. The blue light from his sword cut through the dark dust. Three elite commanders stood behind him in heavy silver armor. They raised their long weapons and aimed straight at Luca. The false god wanted the dragon dead. Kaelen wanted the glory for himself.Luca stood his ground. His injured leg burned with sharp pain but he refused to show weakness. He pushed Amelia behind a thick stone pillar to keep her safe. The young scholar clutched her leather bag and held her breath.Elias Thorne rose to his feet. The ancient general was free from the dark curse. He wore broken armor and his muscles ached from a thousand years of pain. But his dark eyes were sharp and clear. He stepped in front of his king to form a living wall."You will not touch him," Elias said. His voice was rough like grinding stones.Kaelen laughed loud and pointed his glowing blade at the tall warrior. "The mad beast sp