Chapter 117 – Humanless creatures
"Tell me, is this some kind of ridiculous joke I am supposed to laugh at?"
Anger of the Crimson Daggers spoke from his seat inside a realm built from swirling masses of blood-like energy, a crescent red moon hanging in the black sky above like the sly, curving eye of a trickster god.
He was tall. Even seated, he reached nine feet. His skin was green and covered in scales that shimmered like water. Two horns erupted from his skull, pointing menacingly at the sky.
He sat on a large crimson throne, bearing the mark of a snarling eastern dragon behind it alongside the inverted crimson moon. His slitted yellow eyes swept the scene before him.
His words were directed at the two other beings seated on equally ornate crimson thrones around the long table — a table made from the bones of something long dead yet never forgotten.
