Thick smoke was feasting on the burning branches, rising high. Amidst the smog, in front of Lados, a hulking figure appeared. He couldn't tell whether it belonged to a beast or a man. Fumes choked the atmosphere, as the figure drew closer. Thin, golden outlines pierced the fumes. A pattern started to appear. Most definitely, the figure belonged to a man, confirmed by the shining crest on what appeared to be his broad chest. The figure stepped closer. Lados could now discern the crest's design as it became brighter, a tail-eating dragon assuming the shape of an upright triangle, the infamous Trigold Ourovoros, striking fear in the hearts of the meek. On Lados' left, four eyes of deep blue glimmer appeared in short distance momentarily, only to go out.
