Astral Prohibitions: no trust, no love... just blood

Chapter 7

Sonne's eyes scanned the room as he addressed the gathered dragons. "We have received information that the Big Black Dragon, the father of Doppelstern, is becoming increasingly powerful. We must take action to ensure our own power and status." He said. A blue dragon named Nova spoke up, "Which dragon?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "The one they call the Big Black Dragon," Sonne replied, his gaze fixed intently on Nova. "And you are...?" He asked. "Nova," she responded, her wings fluttering slightly as she settled into a comfortable position. "I am willing to help in any way I can." She said. Sonne nodded thoughtfully. "We will need all the help we can get if we are to succeed. The Big Black Dragon is not to be underestimated." He paused, surveying the assembled dragons. "But with enough strength and determination, I believe we can achieve our goal." He said. As they ventured deeper into the mountains, the group encountered dense foliage and treacherous terrain. The air grew colder and the shadows seemed to twist and writhe around them like living things. Doppelstern led the way, her wings fluttering nervously as she navigated through the narrow passages and steep cliffsides. "He lives here," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "In these very mountains." She continued. Sonne scowled, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He could sense something lurking in the distance, watching them. A presence that made his feathers stand on end and sent shivers down his spine. "We must be careful," he warned the others. "Whatever lives here, it is not to be trifled with." He continued. Finsternis nodded solemnly, his dark eyes gleaming in the fading light. He had sensed it too - a power that was both ancient and malevolent. It was the same power that had driven the people of this land to worship their gods with such fearful devotion. As they climbed higher, the darkness deepened, until they were surrounded by an impenetrable veil of night. And then, suddenly, they saw it - a towering citadel carved from black stone, its battlements reaching towards the stars. "That is where he dwells," Doppelstern breathed. "My father's stronghold." She sighed. Sonne drew his talons tight, his heart pounding in his chest. Whatever lay within those walls, it would not be easy to defeat. But he knew they had no choice. For the sake of their quest, they must face whatever horrors awaited them inside.