[ WP ] An expedition of adventurer were commission by the King to kill an ancient dragon . When they confront the dragon , the adventurer realize how wrong they were to confront it .

A vast, winding tunnel had led down to the dragon's lair, or so they had thought of it. In reality, the more the party descended, the more mechanical the so-called `` cave'' had become. At the bottom, leagues under the earth, they had finally found it, and it had been nothing like they'd imagined it to be. 
 
 Instead of a monster of scales and flesh and bone, it was as much a machine as the cave itself, belching out not smoke, but steam in a neverending hiss. When they came upon it, it turned its metal face towards them and looked down upon them, clearly nothing more than bothersome insects, with great glass eyes. It spoke, an alien and reverberating sound, `` Have you come to slay me, humans?'' 
 
 Stunned, no one answered it. 
 
 `` These are the machines that power the world. Your world, and mine.'' It laughed, although it took the adventurers a while to understand that that's what was happening. `` If even you could kill me, which you can not, my death would only bring about your own.'' 
 
 `` The monster lies!'' the party leader shouted, his eyes crazed with the thought of prestige, gold, and *loot. * `` He fears us, charge!'' 
 
 They charged. 
 
 They died. Swiftly, crushed under a metal talon. Their bodies were burnt beyond a char, their armor melted into the barest drop of molten metal to be forged into parts of the endless machines.
