Snippet #2722813

Deep within the bowels of the Catacombs and tunnels of the Palace in the Mountain, a great inner fortress room had been built. The room contained Draco's Flag-Ship, the Drakon-Class Air Ship, his pride and his most powerful weapon. The forty-inch gun batteries sat ready to be loaded, the twelve inch secondary, and the newly added six inch tertiary guns also sat ready.

"My Lord, Draco, the Portal Projector is ready. All that is needed is you, Sir. Your magic." A Shadowling knelt behind his master, who in the chair on the Bridge of the Drakon, nodded, taking the information into account. The Dragon in Human Form slowly stood from his chair and with his Dark and Shadowy Magic, phased through the hull of his ship to the bow, the railing a mere foot before him now as he raised his arms, hands opening into claws as he channeled his magic.

Gritting his teeth, Draco focused his magic out of his palms, the beams of black and purple magic extending to the frame of what would be his portal. The portal was wide, as he must fit his ship through, and it was tall as well. As the Drakon began to raise from the ground, and the portal's frame was complete, Draco brought his hands forward, the energy spiraling towards the center as the portal opened, the machine around it keeping it stable.

His destination: Gaia.

A planet without the cursed Imperium. A planet ripe for the taking, where he could build a grand empire and harvest fresh souls for his legion. However, he would travel back and forth through this portal, and this portal alone, until he was powerful enough to do so without the need of the planetary Portal Projector, or until he could miniaturize it for his airships. With a snarl, Draco cut the energy tethers, and the Drakon lurched forward, through the portal.