Many, MANY creations later…

Over the course of twenty straight hours, Drako tirelessly reproduced a single type of golem, after his earlier imagination had faded, simply creating thousands upon thousands of golems, every single one ten feet tall, formed of a solid, nigh indestructible ice, and all made in the visage of the earlier golden knight, from when he’d met Nymyra, though quite a bit larger, and far more fierce in appearance.

And when Drako had finished his strenuous creation of over seven thousand golems, all surreptitiously hidden throughout the entirety of the Dungeon’s depths, all ready and waiting to strike at the instance of a command by Drako.

Then, as Dala had watched on, viewing every absurd creation he made, for hours and hours on end, leaving her eyes wide, and an expression of awe at his sheer magical might. Those endless hours of work, ceaseless focus within Drako’s eyes, Dala had seen the ambition, and the purpose chiseled deeply into the crystalline blue orbs that made up Drako’s gaze.

But what interrupted both of their intense concentration soon followed his creation of the final golem. This was another screen appearing before Drako’s face, which made him begin to freak a bit out.

In an instant, Dala was in Drako’s arms, before being placed gently upon the throne, as he spoke hastily to her, “Dala, please stay here, don’t leave until I deal with the threat…” Before thinking a command to the hundred golems near the throne room’s door shortly after, ‘Guard the door with every ounce of strength within you… Don’t let them into the throne room.’ Before he kissed Dala on the forehead, confusing her quite a bit, then he simply opened a door beneath him, dropping Drako from the ceiling to land with a mighty thump, denting the ground beneath his feet.

And before his eyes, Drako saw a monstrous figure, not in the manner Drako himself did, nor in a way that made the intruder appear beastly, but monstrous the was, in Drako’s sight, and in the newest screen that appeared.

“What the fuck…” Drako was absurdly confused, standing stock still, as he stared at the figure before him, golden clad, larger than the golden knight from before, but still smaller than Drako himself, as Levis drew a Dragon hilt sword from the sheathe, as he stood tall before Drako, clearly starting the confrontation, or Drako assumed, as the two merely stood across from each other, doing nothing for a solid two minutes straight, before the first move was made.

A bored Levis swung their sword through the air at such a speed, Drako was barely able to dodge it, as he nearly dropped to the floor in response, nearly having his head chopped from his neck, as he stood across from Levis.

And as he stared at Levis, another person suddenly swung at him from behind, as Drako suddenly shifted, dodging vital damage by a fraction of an inch, as the sword of a second Levis suddenly scraped against Drako’s semi-scaled arm, before being utterly peeled off shortly after as the blade struck true, flaying a portion of Drako’s arm before he could move, as he was suddenly leapt upon by the first Levis, a random item from their inventory in hand, and as they activated it, an odd net appeared quickly after, ceaselessly attempting to utterly bind Drako, a few failing, but then, it succeeded, for a moment, as Drako was suddenly immobilized.

Then, as Levis stood there, the second figure disappearing right after, they raised their sword, and swung to strike Drako’s neck.