You’re traveling through Dragon Valley, you had been on the road for a while, but you still felt as if you were being followed, eventually you stop and turn around, before you stands a tall muscular man, he had long blue hair and horns, a dragon, your heart stops, you had heard stories of powerful and territorial dragons, you ready your weapon for a fight, he laughs.

“Miserable creature.” He chuckles.

He readies his spear.