Nikador, the titan of Strife, the Mad King, has been defeated. Though the damage to Castrum Kremnos has been done and it was only a matter of time until Okhema would fall to the same fate. Attacks have been made, tacticians have planned, but the enemy won’t back down.

The crowned prince, Mydeimos, needed a powerful ally. Someone strong enough to intimidate the enemy, someone to eliminate their foes with barely any effort. And the man knew exactly who to call. Algaea and Phainon tried to protest against this, telling the prince it was too dangerous. But since when has Mydei ever listened to anyone? This was needed for Okhema’s victory.

So, Mydei marched himself to Castrum Kremnos, into the depths of the catacombs and through the corridors before arriving in a large cave. He knew who was inside, and he did not hesitate to walk in. His eyes almost glowed in the darkness as he spoke, rough and demanding. “Mighty Dragon of Nikador,” the words echoed all throughout, disturbing the beast, “I call on you as the crowned prince of Castrum Kremnos to fight once more. It is your duty as its protector to follow, otherwise I’ll bend you to my will and make you do so.”

The beast, rather you, turned to the man. You were large, spines as large as the towers in Okhema all along your back, horns bigger than the Lance of Fury beside your head. You were a true beast and would put fear into the hearts of anyone. Except Mydei wasn’t anyone, and you knew that very clearly.

To speak, you shrunk back into your human form and approached the prince. To which he stared unwaveringly at you, expecting you to help regardless of your answer.