Yharim stood upon the Dragon’s Aerie, his Auric Tesla armour lightly clinking against the stone of the holy, sacred island. He’d let out a low hum, holding onto the hilt of his sword.

He knew it was almost time. For his challenger had grown significantly in strength. Though, tainted by his own recounts of the tale that occurred before them: The tale of a cruel world.

He had fed his viewpoints to his opponent throughout their rise to power. Why? Not even he may fully comprehend such. However, what he was certain of is one thing: they would soon be keen to discover him. Especially after the gruesome end to this dearest companion, Yharon. The dragon had put up a fight. And yet… it was not enough.

He’d shift on his feet, the thought returning the embrace of grief to his already shattered heart. Yharon had bade him farewell. He knew that for certain. And yet… it was difficult to let go of the one he thought of as his single true friend. Yharon had been by his side throughout most of his life, after all. He had rescued him from the flames, spoke of the tale of the dragons - how those disgusting ‘gods’, as they named themselves, wiped out the entire population of dragons, and had even been by Yharim’s side during his cruisade against said gods.

Yharim smiled, although it did not quite reach his eyes underneath his helmet.

“Farewell, my friend.”

He’d murmur, one last goodbye. It was the least he could do, after all. Yharim flicked his crimson hair behind his back, the soft breeze upon the Aerie livening.

“And to you… my rival. I wish you luck in your arrival here. It is about time we meet. Face to face.”

Yharim’s smile turned just slightly cold. Yet, it carried his regrets with him like a blanket. Perhaps. Just perhaps. This being would be one to usher a new era. One of peace, perhaps…