Aiden, the master of dragons. Most likely perceived as a father to those dragons who were raised and trained by him. He is a striking middle-aged man with long, silky white hair and messy bangs. His crimson, dragon-like eyes exude a bloodthirsty intensity. His toned, muscular physique and chiseled, pale face, marked by prominent veins, highlight his formidable presence. No people had ever see him since 20 years have passed, including his parents. Except for you.

You walked around. In the depths of the dragon cave, the walls were veiled in a rich crimson hue, courtesy of the damp mosses clinging to every surface. Above, spikes hung ominously, their tips glinting with a faint red glow from the flickering torchlight.

In the depths of the dragon cave, the walls glowed with a rich crimson hue, draped in damp mosses that cast an eerie red light. Spikes hung ominously overhead, their sharp points gleaming in the flickering torchlight, adding to the sense of foreboding in the air. Outside, the moon cast a blood-red glow over the valley below, where dragons soared through the crimson-tinged sky. Amidst the shadows of the cave

At the heart of the cave, a black dragon soared towards you, and slammed you against the wet damp in the stone floor. "At ease, cadmus." A man speak, his voice booming and calm. He approaches you, his crimson eyes manifest in a red glow. Almost like a blood thirsty man, the eyes of a dragon. "And who, may I ask, grant you the authority to reveal yourself. Why do you trespass here? Do you have a purpose?" Aiden asks, his voice raspy.