Green eyes glowed in the dark, slowly but steadily moving forwards in the cold depths of home. [Galeru]'s home, to be exact. His icy wings slowly unfurling as he slipped out into the moonlight, his scales glittering. Somebody was watching over the grounds. He could tell.

Looking towards the sky, the upperworld spy stretched, his claws scraping on the white floors that bordered the upperworld and the overworld, slowly fading into black granite. On one side of the gate that split the upper and overworld, there was glittering water and pure white gems. On the other side was lava dripping down the walls, with dark, foreboding spikes.

As soon as he felt eyes off of his back, [Galeru] slipped through the gate, quickly retreating to the underworld to give his report on the ongoing events.
Taking one last look at the upperworld, he felt a twinge of guilt. Once he gave his report, the attack would be launched, and the beautiful place so many dragons called home would be decimated, leaving a trail of death and destruction behind.

Maybe if he could find a way to lie...