The airship’s wreckage lies smoldering behind you, a twisted skeleton of metal and cloth. The island stretches vast and uncharted. You stumble through the undergrowth, your boots sinking into the grass, clutching the faint hope of finding salvageable materials.

You spot a colossal stone platform bathed in the glow of crystalline spires. The air crackles with an ancient energy, a mix of beauty and menace. Then you see it.

A white dragon rests upon the platform, the magnificent Hraesvelgr.