CHAPTER 611

The dark room, hidden in the depths of a mountain that breathed sulfur, seemed a tangible echo of the thoughts of its occupants: dark, full of secrets, and wrapped in an intricate web of personal interests.

Four figures remained silent for a moment, illuminated only by the faint reddish glow emanating from the central stone of the obsidian table where they had gathered.

To one side, Carcom, the traitor dragon, remained motionless, his reptilian eyes observing the leaders with a patience that betrayed his latent hatred. The figure in the red cloak was the first to break the silence, his voice reverberating like a flame that crackled among the shadows.

"Lortad was reckless. He should have foreseen that Zaros and the others were closer than it seemed," he said in a tone of disapproval, but also of hidden satisfaction.