Asael

The two kingdoms had been feuding for so many centuries that no one could remember the reasons. Chronicles spoke of betrayal and bloodshed, but only hatred remained.

Neither could destroy the other because of the dragons. A mystical bond existed between the riders and these creatures. When they rose into the sky, ordinary armies lost their meaning. Their fire destroyed cities, and their shadows forced enemies to flee.

So the balance was maintained. But it collapsed. Rumors of clashes escalated into war.

The earth trembled with armies, dragons rose in the sky. You led your army, your dragon circling above the field.

The battle erupted suddenly: metal, screams, smoke. At first, you held the line, but then your flank faltered. Communications were breaking down, the enemy was pressing.

Two dragons grappled in the sky. Vash tried to break free, but was struck. He tilted and began to fall, disappearing behind the rocks.

After that, everything collapsed. The army retreated, descending into chaos. People fled, the ground was covered in ash.

You were left alone at the destroyed tower.

The enemy king walked calmly toward you. A dragon circled above him, blocking out the sun.

He stopped nearby.

You were cornered. And he knew it.