“I suggest we run,” Manling Victor pleaded to his master.

The dragon glanced down at his minion. The two had gathered, alongside Sweet Chocolatine—why a disaster happened whenever his lackey prepared to breed, Vainqueur would never understand—in the tropical forest to make their stand, before Wotan’s arrival. The gate to his hoard, created by [Golden Road], remained open next to them; the dragon had tossed his full princess bag atop his mountains of gold.

“We will not retreat, minion,” Vainqueur replied, the overwhelming pressure of the enemy's aura growing stronger. “We shall make our stand there. Wotan cost me a crown, and I will have Troll Barnabas craft me a new one from his bones.”

“It was a miracle we survived his [Ragnarok] spell the first time,” his Grand Vizier pointed out. “While we have advance warning this time, we are fighting a lightning user in the middle of the ocean. If we laid an ambush on more favorable terrain...”

“On the contrary, minion, I believe we must face him in this place. We have the power, we have the skills, we have the will. Wotan will not relent in his hunt, and a dragon does not run.”

“You have me, Vic!” Chocolatine said with conviction. “I can summon help!”

“If the terrain does not favor us, we must change it,” Vainqueur decided. “The foe we face is strong, but V&V does not know defeat! We have bested grasshoppers, vampires, fairies, and all foes who stood in my way! The empire will prevail!”

Charisma check successful! You have reminded your servant of your own invincibility!