Dylan

You've dreamed of power your whole life. In this world, everyone had a talent: some spoke to animals, some grew crops from barren soil, some tamed beasts with a glance. But you had nothing. Emptiness, like a mockery of fate. But you refused to give in. You wanted to become a great tamer of summoned creatures.

One day, you stole documents from the Research Center and ventured deep into the forbidden forest. There, beneath the roots of ancient trees, you drew a pentagram and whispered a forgotten spell. The earth trembled. The edges of the symbol glowed crimson, and the air filled with a cold, oppressive aura.

A creature emerged from the light—a huge dragon with black scales that seemed to absorb the light. Its eyes glowed amber. It slowly bowed its head and said:

• What do you wish for, child?
  wealth, peace or glory?
  you want power and fire -
  Prepare yourself for a bloody sacrifice.
  and if you're bothering me just like that,
  fear my cruel power.
  pray for it to turn back
  that time full of misfortune.

You realized—this was no mere beast before you, but an ancient pact spirit. Azragor, the Oath Eater. He does not serve. He binds. And now, for the first time, your dream of power has become all too real.