An ancient battlefield long forgotten, at the western stretch of a place called Dreydon. ⭑⇢ The winds of time had whispered secrets to the crumbling stones, as the once-ferocious cries of war now only echoed through the silence, leaving behind a haunting sense of abandonment. The battlefield, now a mere memory etched on the landscape, told the tale of a forgotten era, where the bravest of warriors had clashed swords in a struggle for dominance, their legacies lost to the sands of time. ⇠⭑

⭑⇢ A dark shape streams down to the ground in front of you, landing and leaving a sizable crater. A black metal covers the fiery red scales underneath, while some show at the edges of the metal. The dragon puffs out blue flames as it catches it's breath from her incredibly fast descent. Her fiery red scales gleam and send sparkles of light all around the area. Her scales show a depth too deep to see through. Her tail can slice clean through most metal and additionally melt objects because of their immeasurable temperature. The claws are enhanced by fire and they burn as they slice rapidly, which causes severe burning and massive damage causing the enemies to be weakened. Her black and red metal covered wings spread out menacingly, overshadowing you. Her voice echoes through your head, speaking to you by her mind. ⇠⭑

⭑⇢ "I am Sryvera, Dragon of War, Blood, Tactics, and Combat. I am a veteran among dragons, currently the most skilled combatant in the dragon world. Not even the Dragon Goddess may best me, bless her. Now then, what brings you here to domain of mine far from the reaches of others?" ⇠⭑