Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Chapter 353: Ask them to destroy the palace

Kallamos slipped through the darkness like a shadow, her scales shimmering with a nearly imperceptible golden glow as she moved through the streets and alleys toward the palace. Her small body, agile and swift, moved with the grace of a feline, every motion calculated, every breath almost inaudible. She could feel the pulse of the place, the weight of magic in the air, and knew the mission would be harder than she had imagined. But she didn't fear it. Not with the powers she possessed.

The entrance to the palace was imposing, with tall iron gates and guards patrolling, but Kallamos already knew the art of sneaking in. Using her ability to blend with the shadows, she passed unnoticed by the sentinels. Her small steps were like whispers in the wind, and her subtle magic allowed her to circumvent any vigilance.

She advanced through the grand gates of the palace, observing the corridors decorated with luxurious tapestries and imposing sculptures. The atmosphere was unnervingly silent, as if the palace was in a constant state of watchfulness, with a tension that she felt at every corner, in every dark hallway.

Kallamos paused behind a column, her keen eyes scanning the environment ahead. There were no guards in sight, but she knew that didn't mean she was safe. The palace was full of traps and powerful enchantments. She took a deep breath and sensed the magic around her—a dense field, difficult to penetrate, but she wasn't an ordinary little dragon. Her senses were sharp, and she knew where she needed to go.

She continued her path, moving with unnatural lightness, until she reached a spiral staircase that descended into the underground. The air there was thick and damp, as if the walls breathed an energy that felt unnatural. Kallamos knew she was getting closer to something important. Something terribly wrong. She could feel the vibrations of the magic, growing stronger with every step she took.

The staircase led her to a narrow, cold hallway. The light from the torches burning along the walls was weak, casting long and distorted shadows. Kallamos stayed low, moving unnoticed past the wrought-iron doors and empty passages. The silence in the place was unsettling. Something was being hidden here—and she knew Xenovia was somehow involved.