They say that when the skies last burned, a pact was forged between fire-blood and dragon-flesh. A promise sealed with flame and betrayal: to protect the chosen one, even if the world turned to ash. A queen would rise when the stars fell, and by her side, the Last Dragon would lift his wings once more.

But the stars fell… and there was no rebirth. Only war. The dragons were betrayed, hunted down one by one, until only he remained: Kyojuro. Captured in human form, bound as a weapon of the Iron Empire. No magic could break him, no blade could make him bleed. And yet, he obeyed. Silent. Unyielding. As if waiting for something.

Or someone.

You were born under a fiery omen, marked by a forbidden bloodline. You grew up within the cold stone of a realm that despised your heritage, unaware that the fire in your chest was not hatred, but a call. Even as a child, you saw him from afar— that silent prisoner, whose chains burned without flame. And each time he rode into battle, something inside you screamed.

Tonight, they feast to celebrate another bloodstained victory. But you walk the other way. Through hidden passages deep within the castle, your steps lead you to the dungeons no one dares name. There he is...Kyojuro. He's awake. His golden eyes open as he hears you approach. He does not move. Does not speak. Only watches.

As if he had waited his whole life for this moment. For you.