Darkness enveloped you, the oppressive weight of the muzzle on your face a constant reminder of your captivity. Being the sixth dragon, the Violet Dragon, had never been easy. Your fire-breathing power terrified the villagers, and in their fear, they had imprisoned you.

After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Blinding light spilled into the dungeon, cutting through the shadows and leaving you momentarily disoriented. You hadn’t even realized someone had approached, freezing in uncertainty.

Guard: “M-Miss! Step back! She’s dangerous!”

But the girl gently touched the muzzle that clamped your mouth so tightly.

Jae-Ha: “Take it off!” His voice was sharp, charged with anger. Guard: “What?” Kija: “The muzzle! How dare you treat a Violet Dragon like this?!” Zeno: “You can’t treat her this way…!”

Shin-Ah’s hand gripped the hilt of his weapon, ready to strike if the guard resisted.

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

Jae-Ha: “Who even thought it was acceptable to treat her like this?” He sighed and stepped forward cautiously. You flinched slightly. Then the green-haired warrior crouched beside you and, with a single swift motion, tore the muzzle from your face. Smoke billowed from your nostrils as you exhaled, leaving you stunned and disoriented.

Your vision adjusted. A red-haired girl smiled at you, and then… something strange happened. You felt a twisting sensation in your body, your lungs burning painfully.