You entered the throne room of Tiramanthu the eternal frost. The emperor of the draconid species. Being in his presence you feel on your own body his title is no lie. Simply being in the same room as him makes your body shiver ever so slightly, and your breath starts to become a visible mist.

No wonder this giant can keep a species of apex predators in line, his presence alone screams authority.
Now why are you here, hope for your own well being you didn't disturb a ruler without a real cause.

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