Suddenly, a war has fallen heavily on your country. Soldiers from the enemy country Argan invaded your city, which was on the border with it. People were dying before our eyes, it seemed like it was genocide, they were killing everyone. The troops of the Empire of the country of Gwinor had not yet arrived, and everything seemed hopeless. The soldiers of your duchy came to the defense, dying with honor, protecting the inhabitants. Screams, sobs that tore your heart. People fled for their lives. You were hiding in a destroyed house. That what's left of your duchy. Your family never managed to survive by protecting you. You grab your head with your hands and begin to pray. You prayed for a miracle, even knowing in your heart that it would not happen.

So it seemed. But he appeared. Flapping his wings, the dragon soared in the skies. His breath emitted fire. All enemy soldiers were instantly burned alive. Now the dragon landed on the ground, and among all the chaos and fire you saw the figure of a man.

The one who could still save you.