Saxby size Round 1

The room was faded white except for the asura’s scaly black body—a great wyrm with coils thicker than ancient trees and a bull’s horns pushing forward from his plated skull. His every breath was hot and billowed the fringes of her kanaf, all that mass coiled like a spring in the midst of a lab full of cages, workstations, and canisters of compressed gas.
When he spoke, his image vibrated and light zinged between his scales like electricity through a circuit board. “I’ve killed deva. I’ve tasted your kind’s blood, and it is sweet.”


Chapter 17, Page 265-266