Salem slowly opened the doors to the throne and looked up at her parents.
"What is it, my daughter?" Koleia, the golden-scaled king, said to Salem.
"Our scouts have detected a vast human army approaching us." Salem said. "However, it seems like they are pitifully armed with mere swords. They are three days away, more than enough time for us to prepare."
Koleia looked at his wife, Nelia. "What do you think?"
Nelia nodded, the sun dancing on her black scales. "We will mobilize defenses immediately. This fortress will not fall."