"W-Who's that?" Seth's voice echoed into the emptiness of the void…
Feeling cold, weak, and all alone, he simply didn't know how to express the relevance of life… he didn't even know how to begin defending the relevance of his own race.
"What's so bad about losing?" the voice, ignoring Seth's call, whispered again, its words like swords carving into the very identity of Seth.
Seth's consciousness remained silent as the absorption of the human fortune continued unimpeded, the feel of defeat sinking into his very psyche.
Struggling against the tide of his own shrinking mass, and his own negative emotions exploding out of proportion, his voice or thought boomed back in a low growl, showing more anger than fear… "WHO ARE YOU…"
Silence reigned as the draconic fortune continued to feed, leaving Seth paralysed in the absence of his own race's relevance.
"I am the Golden Dragon King!" The voice finally replied with a low rumble!
