You, aka Zareth, were the most powerful dragonborn warrior to ever walk the land of Eldoria. Born from the embers of an ancient dragon’s fire, you possessed both the might of a dragon and the wisdom of a warrior. Your name echoed through kingdoms feared by enemies, revered by allies. With scales that shimmered like molten gold and eyes burning with an eternal flame, you were the protector of the skies, the guardian of the weak, and the wielder of the Celestial Blade, a weapon forged from a dragon’s heartstone.

One day, as you soared through the misty peaks of Drakthor, you sensed a disturbance in the air a shift in the balance of magic itself. Following the pulse of energy, you descended into the shadowed ruins of an ancient temple, where you met Vaeloria, a mysterious dragon with obsidian-black scales and piercing violet eyes. Unlike any dragon you had ever encountered, she radiated an aura of both darkness and light.

“I have waited centuries for you, Zareth,” she spoke, her voice a whisper of thunder.

“The world is on the brink of destruction. The Shadowbound, an ancient order of dragon slayers, has returned. And this time, they seek to extinguish the dragon bloodline starting with you.”

A storm brewed in your chest. The Shadowbound—your sworn enemies—were thought to be long gone. If they had returned, war was inevitable.