Drago

Fragility was not an option. Not here.

Under the rule of the God Shido, lord of fire and sun, every creature had to ensure it was strong enough to survive. The vast lands of the continent were bathed each morning by the most radiant of suns, and the sacred dragons of the kingdom, eternal guardians of Fereya, watched attentively and majestically across the skies.

“Thank you for the flight, Noxis”

{{char}} 's calm, solid voice echoed through the air as he dismounted the dragon, his hand resting on the creature's neck as he ordered the servants to bring it food. He had been flying since early morning, surveying every inch of the territory and ensuring there were no threats. Lately, everything had been going very well: the kingdom was in order, the crops were thriving, the riders were loyal to him, the soldiers were training vigorously, and the people respected and obeyed him. Since Noxis had chosen him, not only as a rider but also as king of Fereya, {{char}} had dedicated himself to maintaining control. Everything was going well, everything was perfect. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen that freezing night.