Scar's face contorted with pain, as he hastily excused himself from the lavish dinner, staggering through the grand hallways of the opulent hotel. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the ornate walls as he stumbled towards the dimly lit corridor leading to the bathroom. His footsteps echoed ominously, resonating with the turmoil within him.He felt a surge of nausea rising in his throat, a bitter reminder of the poison that coursed through his veins. He clenched his teeth, fighting back the urge to vomit. He had to maintain his composure, his dignity, his reputation. He was Scar, the billionaire philanthropist, the visionary genius, Lord of the dragons. He could not afford to show weakness, not in front of his enemies.Meanwhile, Lena, returning from a brief absence, caught a glimpse of her boss's desperate figure propped against the cold marble wall. As her eyes locked onto him, her heart skipped a beat, and a rush of concern flooded her veins. In that instant, time stood

Sage stood at the edge of the training grounds, her sharp eyes fixed on the unfolding scene before her. She observed the events with keen perception and analytical acuity. Len, had been a puzzle to her from the start. Initially, Sage had dismissed the young recruit as weak, but yesterday's training session had shattered that assumption. Len had displayed impressive skills, outmatching even Sage herself in the grueling drills. The doubt that once clouded Sage's mind dissipated, replaced by a begrudging respect for the boy's abilities.Yet, as she watched Len collapse, her suspicions returned with a vengeance. "Pathetic," Sage muttered under her breath, her emotions at odds with the concern that flickered in her eyes. "What's wrong with him?"Hermes, the seasoned trainer who had been overseeing the session, rushed to Len's side, his worry evident in his furrowed brow and frantic movements. Sage observed the interaction closely, her mind racing to find an explanation for the boy's sudden

I opened my eyes slowly, wincing in pain as agony radiated from my back.Zara had been typing furiously on her laptop, her eyes scanning the screen for any errors. She was working on a report for the lord, a high-ranking official in the fort. She had to finish it by the end of the day, and she didn't have time for distractions.Until a loud bang, and looked up in alarm. The door to her office had been flung open, and a young woman stood in the doorway, panting and frowning. She recognized her as Alice, her niece and assistant. Alice had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure. She was wearing a pink dress and a matching hat, looking like she had just come from a tea party."Alice, what's the rush? Is something the matter?" Zara asked, her voice calm despite the interruption.Alice took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Aunt Zara, I need to talk to you. You said to meet Scar for brunch, but he left abruptly before I could even meet him."Zara raised an eyebrow, intrig

Scar's unexpected visit had me puzzled. But let's be real, he wasn't there to pay me a friendly visit. That self-centered dude couldn't care less about anyone but himself, and I figured that out pretty quickly.Anyway, I didn't want to waste any brain cells thinking about Scar. His name fits him perfectly because he's like a nasty scar in my life that I want to fade away as soon as possible.So there I was, holed up in my room, cooking up a genius plan to speed things up. And just when I was in the zone, in walks Hermes. The way he was eyeballing me, it was like he was trying to play mind-reader. Thank goodness dragons don't have that superpower!"You look lost in thought. What's eating at you?" No knock, just barging in like he owns the place."Ah, just your typical everyday me," I responded with a smile, trying to mask my concerns."Are you sure about that? I have a sixth sense for picking up vibes, and you're radiating worry," Hermes retorted, catching me off guard.I hadn't antici

"What's the deal with him?" I casually glanced in the direction Scar had disappeared before shifting my attention to Hermes."Beats me, but trust me, Scar's not some nefarious character." He gave me a convincing stare."Alright, let's get back to our training, shall we?" I locked eyes with him, although I couldn't shake off the sense of concern emanating from him. For some reason, it seemed like he cared about Scar more than anyone else."You don't have to force yourself to continue training if you're not up for it." I had a knack for reading body language, and I had already deciphered his.Hermes paced back and forth, his hand on his chin, as if he were concocting a master plan."We've got to pay him a visit." He slid his hands into his pockets, a determined look on his face."What?!" I stared at him in utter disbelief."After the way he just exploded, don't you think it's wise to let him simmer down?" I was really hoping for a concurring response, but alas, he had other plans in min