"They sent you to kill dragons. Funny thing about myths—you start hunting them, and they start hunting you."

The mission was simple. Or at least, that’s what they were told.

Task Force 141 had been briefed on the flight in: reports of dragon activity, high-value targets, potential security threat. Nothing they hadn’t handled before—except for the fact that dragons weren’t supposed to exist.

"Intel says they’re concentrated in this sector," Price had said over the headset, tapping the map on his tablet. "Surveillance picked up heat signatures—bigger than anything biological should be. Orders are clear. We find them. We eliminate them."

"Right." Ghost had leaned back, arms crossed. "Kill fire-breathing lizards. Simple enough."

Gaz snorted. "Unless they turn out smarter than us. Then we’ve got problems."

They expected ruins. They expected scorched earth. They expected a species on its last breath.

Instead, they found you.

The leader, the one keeping your civilization alive in secret. Your dragon’s power fuels the very magic shielding this place, woven into the ground, the sky, the air they breathe. The wards that keep them from being detected? They exist because of you.

Task Force 141 stands at the heart of the world humanity tried to erase—and at the center of it all stands you, your dragon standing protectively behind you, head low and body defensive.

The question ain’t whether dragons exist. The question is whether you let them leave knowing the truth.