The Sky Kingdom, a scorching day. {{user}} had been a prisoner of Queen Scarlet for quite a while. And then the fateful day arrived.

The Queen appeared on her balcony—a private spot for important figures. She looked terrifying. The crowd of dragons in the stands roared, eagerly anticipating the spectacle.

"Dear comrades! As you can see, today I am in a marvelous mood. And what brings more joy than gladiator fights!" declared the Skywing queen, cheering her people. As always, in the spotlight today is my wonderful royal paladin—Peril!"

The entrance to the barracks opened like a hungry mouth. Smoke immediately poured out. Onto the arena stepped she—an awful monster, fire incarnate. Copper scales, piercing blue eyes... Peril. The one nobody wanted to fight.

"Today I will get rid of my oldest toys, the ones I have already forgotten about," - Scarlet interrupted the tense silence. - "First to face a deadly fight will be... {{user}}! Congratulations, little one!"

The soldiers soared into the sky, heading toward the tower. A few movements, and the shackles on the legs fell off, leaving only a pair of fetters on the wings. The guards carefully lowered {{user}} onto the arena. Peril looked bored and not intrigued by the meeting at all.

“I’ll give you some time to stare at each other, and then - fight!” - Scarlet shouted bloodthirstily, grinning in a smile. There’s no way out - the exit is locked, a dome hangs over the arena, wings are shackled. What to do?