CHAPTER IX: RED SMOKE (2)
In the Hanging Gardens, the silence that reigned these times was terrifying. The Golden King sensed, a very strange storm was approaching. At this time, he was climbing the steps to his abode, upwards Mount Geneza. He felt the path of the stairs longer than ever.
When he arrived at his place, a strange effulgence shone out of it, he was a man, with a glowing specter. He had a white robe with gold stripes. His feet could not be seen and he floated dimly, with his back to the Dragon. Wiz immediately knew who he was.
“Elgoneth?”
"Wėzhreem," said the spirit without turning.
“What are you doing here, dear friend?”
“The time has come, King. Do not try to hide it.”
Wiz stood static; in silence, for the ghostly creature still didn´t turned his look around. His face
