“What’s the status report?”
The king’s grim sounding voice asked while looking into the fire place with all the chiefs behind him.
“Fifty wall guards down. Nearly a hundred are severely injured and won’t be able to fight. They crippled the eastern wall by more than half in a single blow.”
The chief of the wall answered. He himself had lost all his hair after attempting to fight against the dragon youngling.
“And the blessed one?”
At this question, the room tensed up. So far, everything they had all heard was baseless rumours, but in this place where only facts were being reported, they could finally satiate their hunger for the truth.
“The dragon youngling, swallowed him whole then left.”