"As for you, Drake," Su Li's gaze shifted to the red dragon, "I've received your 'sincerity'. Recuperate in peace and fulfill your 'cleaning' duties well. Remember, from now on, the tranquility of the Dusk Mountain Range is your sole purpose for existence. If you dare to harbor any more disobedient thoughts..."
Su Li didn't continue his sentence, simply patting the warhammer at his waist. Death's Claw emitted a low, threatening hiss in cooperation.
Drake's enormous form visibly shuddered, its massive head bowed even lower, emitting a series of indistinct gurgling sounds denoting absolute submission. It now only wished these "plague gods" would quickly leave with its precious treasures, allowing it to lick its wounds and its shattered dragon heart alone.
