The moment Darian and the Emperor stepped into the massive hall, a loud, harsh voice struck them.
"You little bastard, you've got a lot of guts to challenge me!"
Darian walked into the hall and saw, on a raised platform, the figure he was looking for. She was a Dragoness, only about one meter and sixty-five tall, standing with her hands on her hips and a barely hidden look of anger.
Her name was Painita, the Spiritual Sovereign of that planet.
She wore black scale armor, and a bloody, oppressive aura naturally surrounded her. Her short, bright crimson hair framed a pale face, while four small dark horns curved back from her forehead.
Her eyes, glowing with a reddish-golden tone, locked onto Darian. Large, blood-red membranous wings stretched from her back, and a long, scaled tail completed her figure.
Her aura was dominating, and with her grim expression...
"Brat Morion! What took you so long?!" she roared at the Emperor.
