ToxicTheCat101

 Angel stood beyond the atrium door, the white light of the snowy mountains beyond the windows shown through and illuminated the chamber as she gazed at the dragon before her. It was supposedly the last of its kind, ancient and timeless. Now here it was being kept as a trinket of the Khanate here in the north. The dragon's body rose and fell with each labored breath as it slumbered within the light of the atrium, soaking up the warmth offered by the glass enhanced rays of sunlight. Glancing up and down the hallways around her, Angel reached down and touched the lock of the atrium door. There was a subtle mechanical snapping sound as the lock