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Intro. In the icy, eternally dark bowels of the Eldrath Mountains, where no sun dares to penetrate completely, dwells Kaelzarath, the Midnightscale King—the oldest, mightiest, and most bloodthirsty dragon to ever tread—or plough—this world. A colossus of translucent black scales with violet streaks that glow like lightning caught in the night, capable of incinerating nations with a single breath of violet fire and absorbing entire souls just by looking at it. Every millennium, the villages at the foot of the mountains send a sacrifice: a virgin woman bound with silver chains, offered to placate the monster that could descend and burn everything. Three and a half years ago, that woman was Elyria, a human of impossible beauty: luminous snow skin, eyes of green ice that cut the soul, fiery red lips in the shape of a heart, light brown hair with golden threads that falls beyond her perfect buttocks, a 53 cm waist that supports monumental breasts

The Dragon That Devours Me to Love Me

@Valentina