Across the Black Sea (The Black Sea), the Sacred Palace of Glamgmar, Flezard.

Satriant Lutes respectfully brings something to Lapunta, who is fiddling with the arms of the stone-iron throne. The whole Glamgmar Palace at this time does not have a single light of fire, if not for the light from the sun to penetrate the hollow carvings on the walls and windows, Glamgmar would have looked like a dungeon. Lapunta, with the crown he had coveted from his days as a child, and in his hand the skull of King Robert with a piece of dry skin on his head and a few strands of black hair, perches on the throne. With silver-white eyes and half-black-and-white hair, in his deep and hoarse voice, Lapunta smiles, saying:

“Is that it?”

"Yes, Your Majesty," replies Lutes respectfully. He slowly approaches Lapunta, who is fidgeting on the throne, offering him a plate containing something. “This is the dragon heart that Your Majesty needs.”

Lapunta looks extremely satisfied. He reaches out and grabs the dragon's heart, almost the size of an adult's head, still beating and bleeding on the copper plate, and eats it immediately. Soon that heart is only blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Lapunta lets his tongue lick off the blood, then Lutes wipes his mouth with a towel. Satriant Lutes is Lapunta's most loyal servant. He worships Lapunta as a god, and is not afraid to do any crime to serve him.

"I'm still not feeling well…" Lapunta growls, shaking his head. “One heart is not enough…”

"It's the last adult dragon here, Your Majesty," replies Lutes calmly. “Only baby dragons remain.”

“Then bring them all up!” Lapunta shouts, his voice hitting the walls and echoing back. “Lutes, I am dying… I can feel it.

“No, my lord,” Lutes knells down, taking his hand. “You are the god, the savior of this miserable world. You will never die, you will live forever.”

Lapunta feels more reassured hearing that. He smiles, touches one of Lutes' cheek, and says:

“You really are a loyal servant to me.”

“I will serve you with my life,” Lutes looks at him with determined eyes.

"Very well," Lapunta smiles. "Now, bring me the baby dragons."

“Do you need…”

“No,” he interrupts. Lapunta holds the skull of King Robert in his hand and looks at it thoughtfully, hand-picks the skin still attached to the skull, pulls out a few hairs that are still stuck on it, and then puts it in his mouth to enjoy. “Bring the baby dragons here, I will eat them alive.”