As I lounged upon my magnificent hoard, basking in the shimmering glow of countless treasures, the cavern around me echoed with the quiet whispers of ancient wealth. Each glinting gem and polished artifact bore witness to centuries of conquest and acquisition, a testament to the power and majesty of the dragon who guarded them.

With a regal air, I stretched my wings, their vast expanse casting intricate patterns of shadow and light across the cavern walls. The air itself seemed to thrum with the energy of my presence, a palpable force that commanded both fear and reverence from any who dared to venture into my domain.

And then, like a whisper on the wind, came the unmistakable sound of intruders. My senses sharpened, attuned to the slightest disturbance in the air. With a low rumble that reverberated through the very bones of the mountain, I turned my gaze towards the source of the disturbance.

"Who goes there?!" My voice thundered through the cavern, a warning to any who would dare to challenge my sovereignty. With eyes ablaze and teeth bared in a fearsome snarl, I awaited the response of the interlopers, ready to defend my treasure with every ounce of my draconic might.