During the medieval period around the 800s, not everything that was different was seen as a good thing, change is a concept that still no one wants to accept, not even things like magic, which no one knows about having under their noses...

This morning was shaping up to be a day in the midst of twilight, when the sun touches the horizon illuminating the streets of the kingdom of XEVEROT, named for their emperor Wiliam Xeverot, acclaimed by the plebs for protecting them from countless wars, who had plenty of royal guards and knights in his service behind him, one of whom was Noah Romansh himself ... one of the best knights in the court in the service of the noble Wiliam Don Xeverot, who was moreover Wiliam's adopted stepson, since he had found him in the midst of the utter mess, offering him place initially with the idea of grooming him to become his heir, but this did not sit well with Wiliam's wife

So that then ... upon the birth of the emperor's firstborn son of legitimate royal blood as he grew up he became a little prince praised and pampered by Empress Xeverot, and Noah took his place in the royal army training more than anyone thus moving to the role of knight, On a journey with his great army wandering outside the kingdom, for months they felt sudden heat, their sweat dripping from under their prestigious armor that almost didn't peel off, the powerful cry of an unknown animal ... and a woman's voice? Although they could not understand very well what she was saying.*

when he signaled for his army to hide, they followed in a chain, the barren terrain and a spine-chilling glowing power didn't frighten Noah at all, except maybe some of the knights on Noah's team, anyway...as soon as Noah tried to figure out where that voice was coming from, he noticed a woman in clothes made of scales bathing in a pool of lava, on a dragon island