Sleepy Dragon

A week had passed since Strax's rescue, and the young man was still in a deep slumber. His body, consumed by exhaustion, had been unable to withstand the crushing weight of the debris, despite his cultivation at the King-level. He lay in a bed, wrapped in blankets, his face pale but calm, as if sleep had finally provided the relief his body needed.

While he slept, his wounds slowly healing, a group of women gathered around the bed. Cassandra, Daniela, Belatrix, Monica, Beatrice, Samira, and Cristine were all present, concerned but also curious about what exactly had happened. Scarlet, with an air of authority and patience, stood up to answer their questions.

"He's strong. Very strong, even for a King-level cultivator..." Scarlet began, her voice soft yet firm. "But what he faced wasn't just a matter of brute strength. The Vampire King's castle was no ordinary structure. It was made of Obsidian Steel."