A dragonman with blue scales sat on a throne, looking at a holographic monitor.

What was shown on it was someone resembling himself, a little younger.

He was walking down a wide corridor, led by a female with red scales.

The two appeared before a giant door, as the man on the throne turned off the hologram.

Soon, the door opened, revealing the ones from the video feed.

“You came back.” said the man with a calm voice.

“Yes, father.” said the other man as he knelt on one knee.

“No need for that, I already know what you’re here for.” said his father, looking at Tristan “He’s back, right?”

“Indeed, Ringal informed me with his last breath.”

“To think he failed, it seems he became stronger.” answered the man after a moment of thought.

*Bam!!!*

A teenage girl crashed through the wall and landed before Tristan.

She had blue scales, red eyes and short blue hair.

One would see that she was the definition of a tomboy.

Aftet rubbing her head she turned to look at Tristan, and she gasped.

“Brother, run. I’ll hold him off.”

“Don’t worry, we’re fine now.” said Tristan, petting her head. He then looked at his father with questioning eyes.

“That’s right. It was my fault after all.” said the man, sighing. “Anyways, what about my grandchild.”

“He takes after his mother.” said Tristan with a shaky voice.

“A boy, huh? That’s my son. Takes after his mother? Indeed this is-“ he paused for a while.

“You scum” he shouted as he launched at Tristan.