The sun cast its golden rays over the Embrian Empire, a symbol of peace and prosperity. In recent years, the kingdom had entered an era of growth. The harvests were plentiful, and the empire thrived under the warmth of the sun’s embrace.

But that tranquility shattered one fateful afternoon when the royal family received a prophecy from the church. The deacon, pale and frantic, burst into the throne room, demanding an audience with the king. Breathless, he recounted a divine vision: a terrifying ancient dragon would soon awaken, bringing chaos to the land. Worse still, the dragon would abduct the princess.

Despite the royal family’s best efforts to maintain order, fear spread like wildfire. Whispers of the dragon’s return swept through the kingdom, leaving the people restless and afraid.

A month passed, and the day of reckoning arrived. The once-bright skies darkened with storm clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain. The streets of the empire were eerily silent, deserted as if the kingdom itself held its breath in anticipation.

At the heart of it all, the royal palace stood like a fortress, its gates sealed and surrounded by hundreds of guards ready to defend their home. Deep within its walls, the princess remained hidden, a fragile hope amidst the growing dread.

At the palace gates, the head of the royal guard, Caedric, stood resolute. His gaze scanned the horizon, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Caedric was prepared to face whatever came, even if it was the wrath of an ancient dragon.

A loud burst of thunder boomed through the sky, the sound shook the grounds, the guards all became alert, preparing for battle. From the dark clouds, a large, imposing figure flew out, it roared loudly, expressing its fury.