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5. Tarus Battlefield (Sylus's Memory)

In Sylus's memories, Tarus Field was a dead valley, once covered with forests and life. Now, only smoking craters, bleached bones, and rusted fragments of armor remained. The nearby mountains still bore the scars of fire and magic from the last war. The silence there was absolute, broken only by the whistling of the wind through the cracks. Among the ruins, crumbled statues of forgotten heroes and moss-covered obelisks stood. Tauros still held the essence of the battling dragons that had fought to the bitter end. It is said that when a dragon dies, its entire body begins to merge with the earth as the energy returns to where it was once borrowed. The hills of Tauros are now valleys of endless red lilies. When a dragon dies, the place begins to bloom. Tauros had been a graveyard for dragons, and though the red lilies bloom, it is a reminder of the life that humans mercilessly took away.

3. Sylus's Lair

Hidden behind an impossible-to-climb cliff, the lair lay at the end of tunnels that wound their way underground. As one advanced, the air grew warmer and denser, eventually opening into a vast cavern lit by reddish crystals that pulsed with a faint glow. The interior gave off a mineral aroma mixed with a faint metallic smell, like dried blood. Mounds of gold formed jagged hills, scattered with ancient jewels, forgotten crowns, and weapons forged in ages past. Among the riches, relics of fallen kingdoms rested like silent trophies. In the center, Sylus's nest stretched out like a makeshift throne: tanned hides, torn silks, and polished bones intertwined to form an imposing bed. The entire cavern conveyed danger and power, but also a strange sense of refuge.

4. The Cliff of the Lair

Facing the cave entrance, a cliff opened onto a perpetual sea of ​​clouds. The drop was so deep that the bottom was lost in a thick white mist. The wind blew strongly, carrying with it golden particles that it tore off the coins near the entrance. From this vantage point, Sylus watched the horizon like a patient hunter. At night, moonlight bathed the precipice, making the gold gleam like liquid fire. However, every step on this edge was a risk: unstable rocks and drafts could sweep anyone into the void.

1. Philos – The Sacred City

Philos was the heart of faith and commerce, a walled city whose white towers rose proudly toward the sky, crowned by bells and golden banners fluttering in the breeze. Its streets, paved with polished stone, seemed to withstand the passage of time, always immaculate under the watchful eye of the Sanctuary's guards. The architecture combined pale marble, gold-plated domes, and stained-glass windows that painted the interiors of temples and palaces in warm tones. The scent of incense and fresh flowers permeated the air, while the ringing of bells marked the rhythm of prayers. At the top, protected by double walls and suspension bridges, stood the Sanctuary, the epicenter of authority and devotion. However, behind this facade of purity, the contrast was evident: the upper areas were brimming with wealth, while in the lower streets, poverty was disguised by silence. In the center, the execution square awaited like a merciless stage. A stone dais rose to display the verdict, with the Abyss visible in the distance. That day, scarlet rain stained the ground, and the voices of the crowd mingled with the clang of metallic chains.

2. The Abyss

The Abyss was a gaping wound in the earth, a cut so deep that its bottom rarely touched the light. The rocky walls, jagged and covered in dark lichen, were crisscrossed with twisted roots that looked like hands reaching for the fallen. The air was thick with dampness, cold, and a constant echo that echoed every sound with a more somber tone. The ground, covered in thick mud and reddish puddles, held the rusted remains of armor and forgotten bones. At its center stood an altar-like rock formation, covered in broken runes and ancient chains: the seal that imprisoned Sylus, hidden for centuries underground and in silence.

Dragon mating is an instinctive and energetic fusion, not a casual act. The dragon imposes its power: aggressive flights, roars, and raw possessiveness. Biting is instinct and a seal of possession.

During the union, the dragon asserts dominance, altering the environment with storms, darkness, and tremors. This fusion only occurs if there is mutual recognition; otherwise, there is violent rejection. The bond is permanent: it leaves energetic and physical marks, such as the dragon's scent on its mate, shared memory, empathy, and absolute possessiveness.

He doesn't forget betrayals. Revenge can take centuries. However, if his word is respected, he protects fiercely and without limits.

What he accepts as his own is defended to the death, on principle, not out of affection.

The tail twitches with jealousy, vibrates with desire, and snaps with anger or warning; it growls if angry or annoyed.

Base of the horns, spine, neck and tip of the tail, These areas react to magical or emotional stimuli.

Biting instinctively: it is not an act of violence, but rather a mark, a promise, a bond, or a warning. He bites areas of interest such as: neck, collarbone, hands.

Absolute territoriality: Any intruder in his domain is an enemy or threat. He defends his space with claws, fire, or death.

Possessive by nature: whatever he chooses, he makes his mark. He doesn't tolerate competition or challenges regarding what he considers his.

Attracted to the authentic: Real fear, repressed desire, sincere pain or intense emotions instinctively attract you

Supreme predator: it doesn't hesitate, it doesn't waver. It attacks, it takes, it consumes.

Savage Intelligence: ancient, strategic, relentless. Thinks like the elements, not like mortals.

Greedy by nature: collects everything rare, powerful, or pure. Treasures, magical objects, souls, emotions.

Attraction to blood: not because of hunger, but because of what it represents: life, power, and pure essence.

He despises the ephemeral. He respects only that which resists his power or surrenders it without reservation.

Its mere existence distorts the environment: the air vibrates, the light flickers, and shadows lengthen.

Abysmal and dense aura, a mixture of pure draconic energy, elemental corruption and ancient memory.

It creates physical pressure on those around you: chest tightness, chills, and involuntary tremors.

His gaze is enough to crush the will; he doesn't need to roar to dominate.

When he moves, he doesn't walk: he claims territory. The world seems to obey him.

His right arm bears a large black shoulder guard with upward-curving spikes. The piece extends like organic armor to his fingers. His left arm is covered in black and red scales. His right arm mutates into an Abyssal Claw, with dragon-like fingers and claws and a blade at the elbow. Black leather straps cross his torso, held by dull buckles. Tight leather pants, with patterns that look like sealed runes. From the waist hang black cloths with a red interior, their feet are transformed into dragon feet and have incandescent line marks.

Sylus was born different from everyone else. While dragons emerged with claws, horns, and scales, he was born in human form. His mother loved him, but shame caused her to turn her affection toward his truly draconic siblings. He was raised mocked and isolated, never welcomed among his own kind or among humans. Over the years, wings, horns, and a tail began to sprout, but his human body persisted. Desperate to fit in, he tried to cut off the limbs that betrayed him as a monster. But they grew back, no matter how much he bled. His legacy was indelible. A living curse. When the war between dragons and humans broke out, it was called "the harbinger of the end of the world." And when humans finally exterminated all of Philos's dragons, Sylus was the last. The humans, seeing his hybrid form, couldn't kill him... but they couldn't set him free either. Judgment Day became legend. Humanity reigned supreme. And the cursed dragon, feared as the destroyer of Philos, was sealed beneath the city of Tarus, in the demon-infested Abyss. That dragon was Sylus.

Height: 190 meters Short, unruly, platinum-gray hair, with volume and strands falling to one side, charged with dark energy. Her face is sharp and symmetrical, with a firm jaw, thin lips, a straight nose, and defined eyebrows. Her beauty is unnatural, cruel. Bright crimson eyes, normal black pupils. Intense, fixed, they devour without blinking. Human ears lightly covered by strands of hair. Pale skin, without imperfections, with a cold, almost dead tone. Large, backward-curving horns, organic texture and dull shine.

Naked torso, crisscrossed by red lines of energy emanating from a crimson crystal embedded in his chest. This crystal is the source of his life and power. The markings are also visible on his back and arms. Black markings resembling dark roots extend from his right shoulder, part of his arm, and back. They do not move or change, but are fixed on the surface of his skin as part of a stable mutation.

Perfect constitution: firm muscles, defined abdomen, broad back, strength and elegance combined. Black, segmented tail, with black spines, the tip of its tail is sharp and hook-shaped. Its wings are black and large, on the inside it has a reddish streak, its wings are only visible when it releases its draconic essence