"I'm repeating the offer even though I know the answer… so if possible make the right choice!" it declared, its voice booming.
Then The Bone Dragon repeated his offer to the Elf King.
"One last chance. Give me the Crown, and I will let you leave safely! Maybe someday, I could help you for this, and I can visit your land too… it would be my honor!"
"Sadly," Renjiro said calmly, "the undead are never welcome in the lands of the elves." As he spoke, he lifted his right hand.
A bright dagger appeared in his grip. It looked like a holy weapon made of pure gold.
The Bone Dragon stared at the shining dagger. The green fire in its eyes flared brighter. "What a beautiful weapon!" it exclaimed, a strange hint of excitement in its voice. "It will make a fine prize for my collection!"
It roared again, a sound filled with challenge.
Then, beating its enormous bone wings—each one easily twenty meters long—it dived down from the sky like a falling nightmare.
