WIP: My (dark) fantasy novel [Taste of tah pie]: The Sun Reaver

Somewhere on a grassy field, stands a tower with an onyx-like contrast on the middle of the body. Inside this tower, is a set of stairs leading up to a study, where a hooded figure is studying a tome, copying several keywords on a small, hazel-brown parchment. The figure has a human face with some reptilian features, such as the eyes, with two, small blunt horns standing out next to each of the eyes. He possesses claws instead of hands, and a small tail hanging relaxed from an oak chair. The writing desk and it's owner is surrounded by archives of books and scrolls, and hanging right over each shelf is a hovering lantern, supposedly hung up with magic. The door to the stairs is adorned with a golden symbol picturing a dragon chewing on it's tail. The figure stops writing for a second, anticipating that the door will open any minute. In the silence, excluding the sound of flames dancing inside the lanterns, the door opens with a loud screech. Inside walks another hooded character, but with a more human appearance.
“Greetings, noble Dragonkin...” the human started. “... And old friend.”
The reptile-man now known as a Dragonkin closed the tome, rolled the parchment and dropped the white and brown quill, and stood up from the chair. In a swift, but friendly gesture, he opened his arms, and greeted warmly “Do'Wenetar!”. In a big grin, he laughed heartily while approaching slowly towards the person. “It's been a long time! How has my old student been in all these years? Please, have a sit!” a second chair was drawn towards the table. The robed man nodded, and sat down. The Dragonkin took a sip out of a small tea cup which he had standing on the table. “So, what have you been up to?” he asked again. “Well, I've been busy hunting for magical trinkets and artefacts in every corner of the known world, and recently...” The man took up a small scroll from his belt “... I found this. I was hoping you'd...”
The reptile gazed on the scroll with an interested look. “What is it?”
The man opened the scroll. “It's... Well, remember the legend about the Sun Reaver?”
The reptile hesitated to answer. “Vaguely. What about it?”
The man sighed. “This scroll describes the current location of this fabled sword, the very reason why I have contacted you. This sword represents a threath to this world.” The Dragonkin gave out a small, harsh chuckle. “Ehe, what?”
“Have you never heard the true story of the Reaver?” the man hissed. “What? The true story? What are you even talking about, you daft human?”
The man heavily sighed. “The story we all know, takes place in a time where your kind ruled this world, where the most ancient Dragonkin was given the responsibility to ward this land of dark powers. The Sun reaver was forged by nature itself, and handed over to the Sun God, Therea'Zeth. She dipped the blade into the core of her sun, and given to the first holy knight of the light: The Dragonkin known as Paladin Ther'Zer'Voan”
When the man mentioned the name of this historic character, the old Dragonkin skipped a heartbeat. “... I-I know him. He was my... mentor.” He sighed. “Anyways, the blade followed him until he met his painful demise in the Battle of the Twilight, near the Genesis Scar. He fell for the Shadowblade of Khara'Fhaz, the demigod of the moon and death. He slew the paladin, and the Sun Reaver was never seen again. However...” The man took a firm grip on his left hand's bracer, hidden by the sleeves of the robe. “The true story... It was not forged by the Sun God, it was forged by the biggest threat ever to exist in Rotherran history. The Demon Overlord, Barazun. During the War of the Kin, the sword was known as the Destroyer, and was the beloved weapon of the Overlord. When he and his wretched Dragonkin known as Demonkin stormed the world, Ther'Zer'Voan slew him, and took his blade as the prize. He renamed the blade the Sun Reaver.”