Grimmy slapped his paw down, crushing a red man wielding a wooden weapon. The man disappeared underneath the black scales, and a red puddle oozed out from between Grimmys claws. Silent screams rang through the air as a group of red people threw down their weapons and scattered, running through the multiple exits leading out of the room. Grimmy grinned and licked his lips before sweeping his gaze over his surroundings. He was in a circular room with a massive, rectangular, stone altar in the center. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, glowing with a white light. Five archways, each large enough to accommodate Grimmys size, led into and out of the room. The floor was made of marble, and red patterns that looked like entwining snakes decorated each tile.
Grimmy chuckled and walked up to the altar, leaving behind bloody pawprints with each step. He pushed aside the stone block with his tail, revealing a deep pit underneath. He peered inside and exhaled out a small fla to light up the interior. Within the pit, there was a crater with a layer of dried bloodstains covering it. Interesting concept, Grimmy said and nodded, the flas no longer leaving his mouth. He covered the pit with the altar and patted it a few tis, wedging it firmly into place. Not as good as the Fountain of Youth, but not too shabby.
An explosion rang out, and Grimmy flinched.
Stop running! a voice roared out, shaking the chandelier in the room. Bits of rock and dust fell from the ceiling, sprinkling down like snow. Grimmy turned around, and a familiar face greeted him.
Grimmy! Lindyss shouted. Her wings flapped, and she twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding an icicle that was larger than her body. It flew through the air and struck Grimmys paw, piercing it. Help!
Grimmy blinked and ripped the icicle out of his paw, blood spurting out like a fountain. He brought his paw close to his face and blew fire over the bleeding hole, cauterizing the wound. His eyes narrowed, and he sucked in a deep breath. Lindyss eyes widened, and she forced her wings to their limits, flapping them as fast as a hummingbirds. She zood through the passage and curved to the left. Not even a second later, a jet of black flas surged past her, blistering her skin and setting her clothes on fire from the heat alone. She smacked herself with an ice-covered palm, putting out the flas and crashed to the ground, tumbling a few tis as her wings disappeared. Her chest heaved up and down as she panted for breath, sweat running down the sides of her face.
A loud yelp rang out of the archway that Grimmy breathed fire into. Black flas!? I was being civilized and only used a simple icicle, but if thats the way you want to play!
Lindyss tilted her head to the side, making eye contact with Erin. Can you turn into a mushroom?
No mana, Erin said. You should keep running.
Sharda erged from the archway, wiping at the black flas burning on her face. Her eyes widened and her paws froze mid-swipe. Grimmoldesser!
Grimmy blinked. Oh. Its you.
Sharda wrinkled her snout. What are you doing in my territory?
Just visiting, Grimmy said with a grin. Is that a problem?
Have you forgotten our deal? Sharda asked, baring her teeth.
Grimmy shrugged. When I ca here, you werent around, so I figured I could make myself at ho and let you know when you ca back, he said. He nodded. By the way, Im here to visit your territory.
Shardas eyes narrowed. Your servant hard my granddaughter. She pointed at Lindyss. I demand her life.
Grimmy sidled over, plopping himself between Sharda and Lindyss. Nope. Sorry.
Sharda grumbled as she took a step back and sat on her haunches. She flicked away a black fireball that fell onto her shoulder. It was worth a shot, she said. But my granddaughter tells you threw her into a portal filled with shadows. Care to explain before I decide on your punishnt?
Sure, Grimmy said. Its simple, really. Your granddaughter is a liar. Why would I harm her knowing youre out there?
Sharda reared her head back. Alora would never lie to . And even if it werent Alora, Id trust anyone elses word before yours.
Grimmy clicked his tongue. What have I done to you to warrant such distrust?
You made the southern continent uninhabitable and forced to relocate my nest, Sharda said. Shall I also take out the list of items youve plundered while I was in the process of moving? Or should I dig up the corpses of my worshippers and tribute bearers? Oh, thats right. Her eyes narrowed into slits. They didnt even leave any corpses behind when they died because of you.
Grimmy cleared his throat. Now, see, youre bringing up things that Ive done, but Ive always been honest with you. When you asked if I knew what happened to cause everything to start dying, I told you it was because of . When you asked if I saw your treasures, I told you I took them. When you asked if I knew what happened to your little villages, I told you they disintegrated due to an experint gone wrong. But have I ever lied to you? If I really threw your granddaughter into one of my experintal shadow realms, then Id have claid all the credit for it already.
Sharda furrowed her brow. Just because you havent lied to before doesnt an you wont lie to now.
You could say the sa for your granddaughter, Grimmy said and raised an eyebrow.
Sharda snorted. I raised Alora to be a good, honest, and upright dragon. The chances of her being a liar is infinitesimally small compared to you being a liar. I demand you apologize to my granddaughter and beco her servant for three centuries to make it up to her.
Grimmy scratched his snout. How abouthis gaze landed on LindyssI transfer my servant to your granddaughter for three centuries instead?
Lindyss eyes bulged.
Sharda shook her head. No.
Lindyss exhaled.
Four centuries?
Five.
Okay, Grimmy said and nodded. He spat on his non-injured paw and extended it towards Sharda. Five centuries.
Sharda wrinkled her snout, but she spat in her paw as well and slapped it against Grimmys. The two dragons shook their paws up and down before turning to look at Lindyss at the sa ti. The cursed elf swallowed and asked in a small voice, Dont I get a say in this?
Grimmy grinned. See you in five centuries.
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