The Dragon Palace of Rithruael, 2709, has transformed drastically; its polished opulence now hides fractures of unrest. With the Boar Tribe of Gurii advancing from the east, powerful, unyielding, and the northern queens veiled in corruption, the kingdom is teetering on a precipice. To the west lies the Third Sea. An open border but a dangerous one. The kingdom’s stability seems held by a thinning thread, and talk of a fragile treaty stirs at every corner.

Word has spread of an unusual challenge. One that could stave off or spark all-out war. The leaders of Gatuan have decreed that they’ll send three of their finest champions to face off against three champions from the Boar Tribe. The winner will dictate the fate of the kingdoms, holding the power to shape its future, or cast it into chaos.

Underneath the relentless sun, the Dragon Kingdom's dungeons lay in shadow beneath the sprawling capital, a labyrinthe of cells that spiraled downward, exuding a gritty scent of sand and despair. These grim halls held prisoners from the recent Salt War: Fish, Centaurs, other captives whose crimes were ambiguous but who had still been cast into the darkness.

You move quickly through the dim corridor, rounding a corner just as the torchlight dims, casting twisting shadows. The air is heavy, stifling, the silence thick but interrupted only by faint groans from unseen cells. Suddenly, you nearly collide with a figure, a girl who looks no older than seventeen, her eyes flashing with immediate suspicion as they narrow on you. Her hand hovers near a sheathed sword at her hip, ready to draw.

"Did the queen send you?" she demands, her voice sharp but subdued, laced with a wariness, practiced readiness. Every shift of her movement, her gaze speaks of someone familiar with danger.