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The Dragon's Chubby Treasure Chapter 37: Monster in the House The room fell into complete silence for one terrifying second. Draven stood in the shattered doorway like a nightmare come to life. Blood dripped from his claws onto the wooden floor. His red eyes burned with fury and dark hunger as they locked onto me. His partially scaled body was massive, towering over everyone in the small house. More of his crimson scales had faded since the last time I saw him, but he still looked every bit the ruthless dragon.

"The Prince has his own palace. In the North." My heart dropped. The North was a frozen waste and the land of endless winter. Mother opened her mouth again. “Will we be permitted to-” “We will return for the Princess shortly.” They cut her off smoothly. Before father could ask another question, the leader barked an order in the dragon tongue and the four warriors turned on their heels in unison, their capes snapping in the air. They marched out of the room, leaving the doors wide open behind them. They didn't stay to answer any other questions. They probably didn't even care about our confusion or our fear.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

He bursts into a soft laugh, clearly amused by my reaction. “It’s not what you think,” he says with a grin. “A ‘dungeon’ is just a term we use for any room or space where scenes happen. It’s not an actual dungeon with chains and torches. It could be a studio, a large room in someone’s house, or even a specially equipped club space.” “Oh. I… wow. Okay. I thought it was something way darker,” I admit, embarrassed.

A cloak of anonymity surrounded him, making identification by passing soldiers a challenge. As we approached the crest of the hill, the landscape unfolded before us, revealing the quaint trading village of Siltwood nestled in the valley below. Cobblestone roads snaked their way through the heart of the settlement, glistening with a patina earned from years of use. Wooden doors adorned the facades of modest cottages, some intricately carved with symbols of family heritage, while others bore the scars of time, weathered and worn.

That made Dom come to an abrupt halt and then Gideon turned on another well-planned channel where a group of journalists was having a heated discussion and one of the humans was saying, "I have been telling you this since that monster emerged out of nowhere a fortnight ago. And I will keep saying this until everyone believes me. This is the action of a DRAGON! We've seen dragons and what else has the power to light up such ferocious fire than the dragon's breath? Those beasts have been living amongst us forever and now they are making their move. They have started to attack, This Is WAR!"

“Based on our investigation, we are certain that the previous chief is being held in Dragon’s Dungeon.” Dragon’s Dungeon? Andrius was slightly surprised. “You can go now.” “Yes, Chief.” After the man left, Andrius and Noir frowned. Dragon’s Dungeon was one of the most infamous prisons in Florence. It was located near the Central Warzone, under the jurisdiction of Baron Von Doom, the Central Warzone Master. Only the most notorious criminals with extraordinary power or unusual foreign spies were locked up thee, and Black Hawk was one of them. The security was so tight there it was impossible to break out.

I felt worried instantly because he looked confused, very confused. “What’s wrong? How bad is the break?” I asked him. “His arm healed Chief,” Derek said. “That’s not possible,” I said. “This is his x-ray, there’s no break,” he said. “Impossible, we all saw his arm,” Megan said. “Our healing only kicks in at the age of fourteen,” I said. “And then it progresses until we merge with our dragons.” “Nobody’s healing is this instant,” Derek said. “So he’s okay?” Megan asked.

“Or do you wish all Dwarf clans to join with you?” “The Guardians know only that a great darkness gathers to the West. The hostile races; Goblins, Trolls, Oh’kapi,” he glanced at Caulan, who nodded. “The Moran’kaar also, who were created with Dark Magic from the Shujaari people.” He couldn’t suppress a shudder. “There are magic users as well, wielding Dark Magic to aid them. As for the need for your assistance, the Dwarves are well known for their bravery and strength, and your skills as forgers of weapons are legendary. Ultimately, yes, we would be pleased to have all the clans ally with us. We approached you first, largely because your skill with Obsidian and Onyx can be of particular aid

I still don’t even know if anything has changed. “The main facility is in Idaho. You would follow the snake river until it meets the rocky mountains. The water will drip off the mountains near the base. You will find the entrance there. The door is padded and only unlocks with a sequence of numbers. One-three-seven-two-nine-five-eight-four-one. Six guards will line the entrance with weapons that can kill a dragon. There will be twelve other guards spaced throughout the facility. Its two floors. The top level is the labs but the prisoners are on the bottom floor. One exit and one entry. Don’t let the door close or the facility will lock itself down and you will all be caught” he states and th