The Dragon

The sight of the slumbering dragon sent a jolt of fear through Shania and Seraphina. They exchanged nervous glances, their breaths shallow and hesitant, as if uncertainty itself had taken physical form.

The cavern's silence was oppressive, settling over the group like a shroud as they cautiously approached the dragon. Their gazes fixed on the colossal creature, slumbering majestically, its scales glowing red like molten metal in the dim light. The dragon's slow, rhythmic breathing rumbled like distant thunder, echoing through the chamber. Beyond the beast, the golden key pulsed on its pedestal, alluringly close yet irresistiblly out of reach.

Stealing the key without waking the beast seemed like an impossible feat. The tense silence was only broken only by the rhythmic rumble of the dragon's breaths.

Shania, thinking strategically, scanned the cavern for any potential weaknesses or alternative routes. Azarath seemed ready to charge in.