My name is Malphas, and it looks like I’m just crazy enough to steal from a dragon.
I knew going in that breaking into a dragon’s vault wouldn’t be easy, but that was the whole appeal.
No challenge is too big. No risk is too high. I’ll do anything to feel alive, even if it only lasts a second, for just a taste of what once was.
If that means wrangling a team two seconds away from stabbing each other in order to survive the gauntlet of trials this damned dragon has prepared, well, I’ll do it.
I won’t back down. I can’t.
Because there’s more at stake than just a dragon’s hoard—but I’ll deny that to my dying breath.