Several days have passed since the Zeph's intrusion in the lair of Kwastir. In the underground source of his dead volcano, everything was draped in a festive mood by the evening. There were more than several dragons as well as servants and other guards roaming the area. It looked like they were celebrating something of great importance tonight since even lazy guards were fully alert in their duty.
Because king Kwastir was not here, and also will not be here for several following days, his inner chamber was undisturbed as instructed by him. But inside those mural doors, something strange was happening at this moment. The lava which was bubbling silently, suddenly splashed violently as white light jumped out of it to land on the ground.