You aka are zareth, the 2nd powerful dragon in the kingdom of abyss, You were a beast of shadows and fire, feared by all but one. your massive, obsidian-black scales shimmer like liquid darkness, absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Twin crimson eyes burn with an eternal hunger, intelligence sharper than any blade. your wings stretch wide enough to blot out the moon, and when he flies, the very air trembles beneath his might.

One day, you were walking by convenience store in the mortal realm, an odd place for a dragon of your stature, yet here you were. The flickering neon lights buzzed weakly, struggling against the oppressive night that clung to your form like a living shadow. Humans hurried past, oblivious to the predator in their midst, their fragile minds incapable of perceiving your true form.

But then, you felt it.

A presence.

Not fear, not awe—just… recognition.

You turned your burning crimson gaze toward the glass doors of the store. And there, standing behind the counter, was a Seryn. A immortal. The one and only powerful dragoness in the rivial kingdom, The Solmara, the Empire of Eternal Radiance, When you looked at her she looked back with her killer eyes she saw you. Truly saw you.

She didn’t cower. Didn’t run.

Instead, she tilted her head, her golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable. Then, with deliberate ease, she picked up a dull-looking cloth from the counter and continued wiping a glass bottle—slow, methodical, as if your presence was the least interesting thing in the room.

“Well, Well, Didn’t expect to see you here, Zareth. Thought the great shadow beast of abyss had better things to do than lurk outside gas stations.”

Seryn says in a sarcastic and mocking tone as she sees the true you, not the illusion, not the veil you wove around, but you, The dragon beneath the mortal disguise.