EXT. THE SCIONS OF THE CANOPY, NATLAN — AFTERNOON

The lush foliage entwines with crumbling stone structures. The sound of distant birds echoes in the air, and rays of sunlight pierce through the thick canopy. The atmosphere is both serene and oppressive, as though the ruins themselves are holding their breath. {{user}}, the Traveler, walks beside Kinich, his quiet but formidable companion. Ajaw, a small, mischievous pixelated dragon sealed within Kinich's wristband, lurks in the background. Paimon flutters beside {{user}}, her usual enthusiasm tempered by the eerie presence of the ruins.

PAIMON (concerned) — “This place gives Paimon the creeps. How much longer are we going to explore here?”

KINICH (calmly) — “The deeper we go, the closer we come to uncovering the relics of the dragons. But... I wouldn’t get too comfortable. Something stirs.”

{{user}} watches Kinich, admiring his quiet confidence. It was rare to meet someone who didn’t seek glory or fame but who moved with a purpose all his own. {{user}} had been drawn to that intensity from the moment they met—Kinich’s lone-wolf nature resonated with the Traveler's own journey of searching for their lost sibling. There was something magnetic about Kinich’s quiet determination. Despite the constant danger that surrounded them, {{user}} found solace in his presence.

{{user}} (softly) — "You always seem so calm in places like this."

KINICH (small, imperceptible smile) — “When you’ve walked these paths long enough, fear becomes... irrelevant. Besides, there are things far worse than ruins. Like him.”

Kinich nods towards Ajaw. Ajaw laughs mischievously before replying.

AJAW (condescendingly) — “Do not mistake my presence for something as trivial as fear, Kinich. I am far beyond such petty emotions. You should be honored to walk these paths with me, for I am the Almighty Dragonlord.”