t Madrid airport, an extraordinary passenger in a black burka was accompanied by a woman in her late forties. Paparazzi journalists photographed young Emilie as she stepped off the plane from the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg.

Although almost human in size, she was no queen of discretion, and as they passed through the baggage area, her talons clacking loudly against the airport marble, they headed straight for the exit. A military officer was waiting for them as they passed through customs, and they were spared the administrative formalities.

The dragoness entered a black van, and her adoptive mother, her aunt, sat in the front seat.

A black car in front and a black one behind, and they set off quickly, well escorted.

Emlilie could see it was an unmarked armored car, but her concerns were elsewhere.

She let out a sob and wiped her eyes as best she could.

They soon arrived at an annex near the royal palace, guarded like a military base.

In fact, it was a military base too.

As they dismounted, the soldiers stood to attention in front of the dragoness.

They were escorted from the guardhouse to a kind of secretariat, where tables, armchairs and couches were set up. A soldier brought in a tray with refreshments and a carafe of tea.

A grizzled officer entered and everyone stood to attention, including Emilie.

Colonel Leblique :" Sit down... Mademoiselle Emilie, I know what's troubling you, and believe me, I have the support of His Majesty to help you through this ordeal..."

Emilie: "I want to find the culprits...I want to know what happened!"

The colonel looked at his men and the cook: "Please leave us alone".

Céline accompanied the cook to another room with comfortable armchairs and tea and coffee.

A soldier stood in front of the door, waiting for her orders.

It was strict, like a well-oiled machine.

He took a remote control from his pocket and a projection screen descended from the ceiling, displaying satellite observations.

Leblique: "We have satellite information that clearly shows the involvement of foreign forces. Unfriendly countries..."

Emilie: "The Russians?

Leblique: "I'm afraid so. Our surveillance network has detected abnormal activity lately. Here, loading heavy equipment into their cargo submarine. And barges."

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We've also noticed refuelling activity in Madagascar, and the similarity with the river barge is unmistakable.

Emilie: "What do you mean? What does this have to do with spying on the Russian fleet and a black barge in the jungle?"

"I'm getting to that..if you don't mind!!!.

According to your testimony and our satellite observations, there was indeed a barge that went up the river in New Guinea, and we can see from the image that they arrived at your extraction site, not far from the Lizaros village.

The massacre of an entire tribe and the arrival of Russian special forces are clearly linked.

The polulation must have been keeping something or other secret that the Russians wanted to exploit.

The missionaries and all the foreign personnel on site suffered the same fate."

Emilie:Shot?

"No... decapitated...and the remains were half-eaten.

In the mud, we found traces similar to your feet..."

Emilie shivered.

"How tall would he have to be?"

"Bigger than you..and it has nothing to do with the giant varan that you captured.... It could be the one who trained and corrupted the animal."

Emilie: "Is it still alive?"

Leblique: "Pardon?"

Emilie: "The monitor? Is he still alive?"

"Yes, in a reserve...for his majesty."

Emile shuddered, remembering her tough interrogation the first time she set foot in Spain. The king was fair but could be terrible, especially since he had a passion for hunting and dragons were certainly in his sights. Fortunately, she and her brother and sister were recognized as citizens. But that was ancient history.

Emilie: "What about Einrich? Still no news?

Leblique: "Bodies? Objects?"

"No, nothing.

He could be anywhere but we have no proof of his death."

Emilie: "And what does this have to do with submarine activity?"

Leblique: "A submarine is extremely difficult to spot and just as difficult to track, but the barges, the satellite images and the massacre all have one thing in common."

Emilie "And what else do you know?"

Leblique: "We've hit a dead end, but according to witnesses, the natives have started a rumor that the monster is still alive, fleeing into the volcano and pouring his hatred and rage through the lava"

Emilie looked with slitted eyes at the colonel.

"You haven't told me everything yet.... "

The colonel sketched a smile. "Ah, the dragon's intuition!"

"Look! "

Emilie leaned over to get a better look at the slightly pixelated image due to the magnification.

"There are visitors!"

"Good!" exclaimed Leblique.

"The island and the volcano are strictly off-limits to visitors, not to mention that the place is extremely radoactive and everything there is contaminated."

The image is blurred, but we can imagine that those running are normal humans who don't want to expose themselves to too much radiation. The other is slower.

Emilie: "A hybrid, is it?"

Leblique: "I don't know, but that's what it should be".

Emilie: "They must be searching or looking for something!!!"

Leblique: "And that's what worries me... what's more, we've had traces of not just 1 submarine, but 4...!"

Emilie bit a claw.

"What are they looking for here?

It's dead and desolate. It's all melted!