Solon’s golden avatar did not retreat.
The offer of tea and sweet potatoes had shattered the last remnant of the tyrant’s imperial pride.
“Die!” Solon’s voice shrieked through the smoke, no longer sounding like a celestial monarch, but like a cornered beast. “Burn to ash! Melt into paste! Feed my furnace!”
The golden avatar threw his arms wide.
Instead of hovering on the dais, Solon plunged headfirst into the central fire-conduit.
His golden avatar core fused directly with the nine planetary dragons.
BOOOOOM.
The nine bronze dragon-heads let out a synchronized bellow that cracked the cavern ceiling from edge to edge.
