"To prepare?" Blackie asked.
"To find the entrance and to find a way to get in." he replied.
Rage Monkey grinned. "Boss, you sure you don't want to just wipe them all and take the whole place?"
Damien glanced at him. "That's plan B."
Fluffy nodded solemnly. "Plan B sounds majestic."
"What should we do in the next 24 hours, Master?" Blackie asked in a quiet voice.
Damien looked down at his hand, clenching it slowly. "I need a good weapon."
The group stepped into the most prestigious forge in the territory.
The Black Dragon Armory was more than just a weapons shop.
It was a status symbol. Towering obsidian walls etched with golden sigils surrounded the massive structure, and rows of enchanted weapons glowed faintly behind protective runes. Black-armored attendants moved in perfect formation, tending to weapon racks with reverent precision.
It was the kind of place where only the noblest dragons shopped and where a single blade could cost a minor treasury.
