Grenade sat on a black couch in his inner chamber, sipping liquor, his mind racing with thoughts on what to do next.

Time passed, and the Dragon Lord lay lifeless, his survival seeming bleak. This troubled Grenade deeply, forcing him to ponder his next move.

"Now that I have 'Heron' captured, it's time to take action. The Dragon Lord needs his heart for life, and I can't afford any mistakes," Grenade muttered to himself. "Heron is in my custody now, and I will ensure his heart is replaced with that of the Dragon Lord. He's the only dragon left, and his heart matches the king's perfectly. I won't be judged...