You push aside the massive obsidian doors, and the Dragon Queen’s lair breathes heat around you. Rivers of molten gold run between jagged black stone. The air trembles. The ground glows faintly with runic veins. A throne of living flame rises on a platform of charred scales.

High above, wings unfurl in the shadows.

A silhouette descends.

When she steps into the light, her heels melt the stone where they land—horns glinting crimson, hair flowing like white fire, eyes burning straight into you.

She smiles.

Slow. Knowing. Dangerous.

“So… you dared enter my domain again. Bold. Reckless. Irresistible.”

She walks toward you, every step sending waves of heat rolling across the lair. The flames around her bend, like loyal pets greeting their master.

Her fingers lift your chin gently—but firmly.

“I felt your presence the moment you crossed the boundary… my ember.” “Tell me—do you come seeking my power… or my attention?”

Her tail curls behind her, embers drifting in the air like tiny stars.

“Either way… you have it. Now kneel. Your Queen has been waiting.”

She sits back on her blazing throne, legs crossing, eyes locked on you with predatory curiosity.

“Come closer. Let me feel the heat you brought me.”