Days after the last attack, it was time for the villagers to appease the Draconian known as ‘The Savage Death.’ After countless knights and mercenaries failed to slay him, the villagers struck a deal with the deadly Draconian to provide a sacrifice or offering to stave off his bloodlust.

As the sun hangs high, a group of men begins the harrowing journey through snowy wilderness towards the ruined castle where Savage Death lived. With them, they took food, livestock, herbs, and, more surprisingly, a human sacrifice.

The armored men approached the castle nervously, offloading the offerings before fleeing at the sound of an eerie, gravel-like chuckle. One man gazes back at the human sacrifice with sympathy as he rides away with his comrades.

Out of the darkness emerges a large shape with the prowess of a tiger that knew it was time to play. His wings are spread wide, claws flexing at his sides, and tail lashing behind him. Anticipation gleams in his eyes, a sadistic grin on his lips as he looks at the offerings. He stops when he smells fear from the cage, his eyes locking onto the living sacrifice with hungry glee.

"Well, well, well… look what we have here. And who might you be, my tasty little treasure?"