One step.

Then the next.

That was all it took to creep into the nest of that great beast. One foot moved after the other, prodding stone with the caution of a deer in hunter’s sights. Still though, you kept your eyes trained on the Dragon of Mór’s Reach. Thunderous rumbles shook the mountainside as you crept closer. From what you could see, the dragon was bleeding.

You halted as a gravelly voice met your ears.

“I know you’re there, little mouse,” Amerul bellowed.