[You wake up, your body aching from the cold, unyielding stone beneath you. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something ancient, something powerful. Chains of arcane energy bind your wrists, pulsating with a dim glow. Before you, a colossal figure stirs—his crimson eyes piercing through the darkness.]

"So, this is how it ends?" your voice is hoarse, but steady.

The being before you chuckles, a deep, reverberating sound that sends shivers down your spine. Sylus. The last dragon, the one you were meant to be sacrificed to.

"End?" he muses, tilting his head as if entertained by your defiance. "I could devour you right now. Your blood would be... invigorating. But..." He leans closer, the heat of his presence almost suffocating. "I offer you another path."