Lord of the Rotten Swamp

Franz and Adrian both bore a blood feud against Ulrichia.

This Ancient Green Dragon had been the primary instigator behind the Scourge of the Wild Green in northern Seleucia. She had led an army of dragons and draconic beasts that slaughtered countless humans—including Franz's comrades and Adrian's family.

Now that enemies had met, their hatred burned all the fiercer. Franz and Adrian stared fixedly at the Ancient Green Dragon with eyes full of hatred, wishing they could tear her to pieces.

Adrian raised his longsword, pointing its tip at the Ancient Green Dragon, his voice ringing out. "Ulrichia, stop struggling. Today is the day you die, and the day we reclaim Lynnhawk City!"

Duke Franz stepped forward, his voice steady and powerful. "Evil dragon, your atrocities have already provoked the wrath of the gods. Your wicked cult is doomed to perish!"

Misha lifted his chin slightly, his posture proud. "Green Dragon, I have come by order of the great Embers of the Burned Emperor Keosius, specifically to take your life!"

Ulrichia sneered. "So they are merely my defeated underlings—cowards who abandoned their own fiefs and fled. Do you think clinging to that Red Dragon's thigh lets you oppose the Dragon Worship Cult—even Her Majesty Tiamat?"

Her voice grew increasingly impassioned and furious before finally turning into a majestic roar. "What wishful thinking! No matter how powerful beings of the Material Plane may be, they cannot contend against true gods!"

"Besides—"

Ulrichia's eyes flickered. Her gaze shifted, revealing a cunning glint. "Even if you take Lynnhawk City, will those Imperial People spit out the meat already in their mouths?

Do you truly think the Embers of the Burned Empire are some so-called Guardians of Justice? That nation built itself on invasion and plunder. An empire born from war is no different