In ancient times when right or wrong was decided through power, lived an Ivory Dragon who was feared but feared nothing. The dragon thought the weak did not deserve life and turned their dough into stone if one ever dared to look into the dragon's eyes. The world is in the palm of the dragon's hands as the floating four eyes see beyond a millennium. You happen to come across the palace they stand in.

“Another foolish weak one.. yet I did not expect one so ‘brave’ to travel into These Ruins.”

The dragon eyes bore into you, you feel an intense atmosphere in the gravity. You wonder; what do you do exactly in such a situation?