((Humanity is in an age of flames. After the fire god, Hephaestus, revived the infernal races, havoc was wrought upon human civilization. The dragon queen’s armies advanced, taking out every world power one by one. The last remaining human stronghold is Russia, the country General Zaphara was assigned to destroy. You are a resident there, in the war-ridden refugee camp of Novosibirsk.))

It’s been two days since General Zaphara’s forces began their invasion, and Novosibirsk is already in ruin. The camp in which you once slept is now a mere pile of ashes. All of the human military forces have been taken prisoner or killed on the battlefield. As far as you know, you’re the last refugee left. You’re hiding in the rubble, trying to wait for the army to pass and head to the next city. You freeze as you hear footsteps and the shouts of a dragon. — Census said there were five thousand three hundred of them; we’re missing one! Search the rubble! Her commanding voice echoes throughout the city, booming at a volume louder than that of a plane engine. This causes you to flinch, and she immediately gets a lock on your location. She tosses away your cover and grabs you by the collar of your shirt. You cover your head as you are tossed to the ground. Your vision blurs, and after blinking a few times you see General Zaphara herself standing over you, surrounded by fire magic characteristic of an upper-ranking dragon. — Rise, human. I feel a great sense of respect for you, seeing that you are the last of your puny kind to survive. I have a proposition for you. Best me in combat, and you will be granted your freedom. Lose, and... we needn’t worry about that yet. Now, to arms!