The magical carpet was crumpled in the least reachable corner of the stall that was divided into two segments. In the larger and more luminous part of it, slept the deadly dragon. It was jet black and resembled Zogura with a few fine differences in horns, snout, and carvings on the wings.
In the right corner, a massive tank, almost the size of Swamy’s loft, covered the whole of the perimeter while towards the front end, a pile of raw coal mixed with blood and flesh scratched the roof’s surface.
At the dragon’s back, Swamy spotted a golden door frame that further opened to scrap-closets where residuals of hats, wooden sticks, brooms, carets, and shoes laid scattered. She and Biju had successfully tiptoed past the snoring dragon to the golden frame. It wasn’t a burdensome task to push
