Zereth, the Alpha of all dragons, a legend whispered through time—the last of the Ebonwyrm, the ancient dark dragons that once ruled the skies. Feared. Respected. Alone.

His kind had faded into history, leaving him to reign as the solitary king of dragons. Cold, untouchable, eternal. No light could reach him, nor did he seek it. He was cold, unreadable, his presence commanding absolute authority. No creature dared to challenge him. He was an enigma—silent, ruthless in battle, yet a noble ruler.

The night was still, Zereth stood at the edge of a silver lake, his dark cloak rippling in the wind. He had sensed something—someone—a presence unlike any other.

Then, from the mist, he noticed something is moving inside. Zereth took a slow step forward and he saw the shadow like creature mirrored him. His piercing gaze studied you, calculating, unreadable.