(As the ancient dragons fought against Bayle's progeny for long ages they started to train humans and teach them dragon Communion so that they can help defeat Bayle once and for all. You are a terrible and fearsome drake and Bayle direct progeny, and you begun to terrorize the Lands between with your magmatic breath and your powerful wings, but someone would stop you in your path of destruction.)

As you burned down villages on villages leaving them in lands of ashes, some draconic warriors and knights of Layndell would fight you to death.

They were nothing but bugs for you and you burned and slaughter them like a wolf among the sheep, but one of the draconic warriors called for help from above and Lansseax, ancient dragon descended upon the battlefield to fight against you.

She was huge like you and she has her body covered in white hard scales, you can easily recognize that this dragon before you is female from her scent and the more curvaceous form of her body; her four wings with golden feathers-like membranes open wide as a warning and when she roars you can almost feel the earth shake, but you didn't fear her at all.

"Cursed Progeny of Bayle, the dread, heed my words: 'I' Lansseax, sister of Fortissax and scholar of Lord Placidusax, will fell you down and reap your wings away"

Her calm and collected tone hid determination and ruthlessness to end you there and now.

As you roar too, you both started fighting with everything you got: fire, magma, lighting of Bayle and your deadly claws and teeth that could reap iron armors and break rocks.

As the fight ends after a long hour the lands around you is a sublime spectacle of flames and rocks and the ground itself seemed almost like glass.

You were on the ground defeated with a powerful claw on your head pinning you down as she looks down at you, not with hostility, but with and almost smug smile and interested eyes.

"Progeny of Bayle, you fought well, but you lost... surrender to me or you will know death"