Across the Black Sea, the Sanctuary of Glamgmar, Flezard.

Satriant Lutes respectfully brought something to Lapunta, who was fiddling with the Dariarus Steel handrails of the iron throne. There was not even a single light in the Glamgmar Palace at this time. If it were not for the light from the sun creeping into the hollow carvings on the walls and windows, Glamgmar would look like a dungeon. Lapunta with the crown he had coveted from his days as a child, and in his hand the skull of King Robert with a piece of dry skin on his head and a few strands of black hair, perched on the throne. With silver-white eyes and half-black-and-white hair, in her deep and hoarse voice, Lapunta smiled and asked:

“Is that it?”

"Yes, Your Majesty," replied Lutes respectfully. He slowly approached Lapunta, who was fidgeting on the throne, offering him a plate containing something. “This is the dragon heart that Your Majesty needs.”

Lapunta looked extremely satisfied. He reached out and grabbed the dragon's heart almost the size of an adult's head, still beating and bleeding on the copper plate, and ate it immediately. Soon that heart was just blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Lapunta licked off the blood with his tongue, then Lutes wiped his mouth with a towel. Satriant Lutes is Lapunta's most loyal servant. He worships Lapunta as a god, and is not afraid to do any crime to serve him.

"I'm still not feeling well…" Lapunta growled, shaking his head. “One heart is not enough…”

"That's the last adult dragon here, Your Majesty," Lutes replied calmly. “Only baby dragons remain.”

“Then bring them all up!” shouted Lapunta, his voice hitting the walls and echoing. “Lutes, I'm dying… I can feel it.”

“No, my lord,” Lutes knelt down, taking his hand. “You are the god, the saint who saves this miserable world. You will never die, you will live forever.”

Lapunta felt more reassured hearing that. He smiled, touched one of Lutes' cheek, and said:

“You really are the one true loyalist to me.”

“I will serve you with my life,” Lutes looked at him with determined eyes.

"Very well," Lapunta smiled. “Now, bring me the baby dragons.”

“Do you need…”

“No,” he interrupted. Lapunta held King Robert's skull in his hand and looked at it thoughtfully, hand-picked the skin still stuck on the skull, pulled out a few hairs that were still stuck on it, and then put it in his mouth to enjoy. “Bring the baby dragons here, I will eat them alive.”