A Dangerous Place Part 12

"Pantheon, are you seeing this?" Asher asked, wanting to confirm he wasn't hallucinating.

(Yes, but it's not what you think.)

"What are you trying to say?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes locked on Zagan.

The demon king stood at ten feet tall, clad in dark green armor resembling heavy plate.

With every movement, the plates of his armor shifted, producing a low, grinding sound like distant thunder rolling across the sky.

The segmented pieces along his arms and legs interlocked seamlessly, their layered design both regal and battle-worn.

However, it was the object on top of his head that completely drew Asher's attention.

A horn. 

Though Zagan's horn commanded presence, Asher's were larger, more intricate—refined in a way that spoke of true superiority.

Still, there was no mistaking it—those horns belonged to a dragon, not any other beast.