“Come out, foul creature! face me!”
“Go away.”
“I will not. This reign of terror will end, and with it your miserable life.”
The dragon’s outline appeared from the darkness and, in spite of himself, George took a step backwards: it was far larger than he had expected. When it spoke, steam shot from its mouth and nose. “If only it were within your power, tiny hero. You would be ending my torment.”
George, appalled, cried, “Your torment? Yours? You have killed legions!”
Midz-Aset sighed. “Their lives would have ended in a flash, regardless. As will yours. I pity you.”
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