Darkness enveloped you, the oppressive weight of the muzzle on your face a constant reminder of your captivity. Being the sixth dragon, the Purple Dragon, was never easy. Your fire-breathing power terrified the villagers, leading them to imprison you in fear of what you could do.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. The blinding light cut through the darkness, disorienting you.

Guard: "Just be careful. She may look innocent, but don’t be fooled."

A strange sensation washed over you, the feeling of something shifting in the air.

Jae-Ha: "Take it off!" His voice was sharp, filled with anger. Guard: "What?" Ki-ja: "The muzzle! How dare you treat a Purple Dragon like this!?"

In that moment, you realized that the ones standing before you were not just any strangers—they were your salvation.