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Part 6
Against the backdrop of his struggles, a soft sigh sounded nearby. Missandei stepped forward, timidly touching his shoulder.
— My queen… — she murmured, seeming unsure of her words, — Please…
— Just shut up already! — He whipped around to the guards and shouted, — Hey, you two, what the fuck are you standing there for?! — Bruce barked at them, turning so sharply that the blond strands of hair fell over his face again, and he had to blow them aside, which only irritated him more.
His gaze locked with the bewildered guards, who exchanged confused glances before rushing to the doors. Together, they pushed against the heavy shutters, and with a long creak, the massive doors yielded, slowly revealing a dark passage that descended into the depths of the dungeon. Bruce watched this with undisguised frustration. “Fucking weaklings. I could’ve opened this with one hand if I were in my own body,” he hissed through gritted teeth, irritated not only at the helpless guards but also at himself.
As soon as the shutters opened, a cold, damp air hit his face, filled with an ancient scent that seemed to seep from every stone of the underground walls.
Without waiting for them to fully open the passage, Bruce stepped forward, tossing an annoyed remark over his shoulder at the confused Missandei:
— Stay back and don’t get in the way.
A flicker of hurt crossed her face, but she obediently stayed behind him, watching as Bruce strode confidently into the darkness. After a few meters, he saw them—two enormous, almost unreal creatures, whose low growls and heavy breaths filled the darkness. In the torchlight, their eyes gleamed—large, unblinking, watching him with a predatory, ancient power, and there was something disquieting in their gaze.
Bruce stopped, assessing the situation and feeling how the weak, female body he was in responded with a tremor and a strange chill, which only irritated him more. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to stand tall. His chest became more pronounced as he straightened, lifting his chin and trying to exude confidence, as if he could command these creatures by sheer will.
He swallowed, feeling a surge of something inside—a blend of fear and simmering frustration. Those eyes, that growl filling every corner around him. This wasn’t some virtual reality or a ridiculous 5D attraction. Everything here was real—the echoing growl, the heat from the dragons’ bodies, and the heavy, icy fear creeping into his bones.