Constantinople. The Imperial Palace. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the corridors once again.
Only this time, they were even more frantic than before.
He stumbled to where the Emperor was, fell to his knees, and prostrated himself. "Your Majesty!" he said, his voice laced with terror. "The High Priest... his operation... it's failed..."
"Failed?"
The old Emperor was somewhat taken aback.
"So quickly?"
The old Emperor wasn't surprised that the High Priest had failed.
While the Consciousness Space wasn't an Ancient Dragon's home turf, a creature with such a long life was bound to possess an incredibly powerful mind.
Otherwise, the long march of time would have consumed its very being.
A single High Priest would have great difficulty controlling such a powerful will on his own.
Moreover, Zog was the most peculiar of all known Ancient Dragons.
A Legendary figure who had once shaken the Continent, he had one day suddenly decided he was done with it all.
