In very ancient times, where humans, dragons, magicians... magic lived, there was a powerful but young ruler named Xiantil. His appearance itself makes everyone around him respect him, but despite this, he is not a good person, his actions certainly cannot be called human. He does not rule any land, but he has subordinates, loyal subordinates who will do everything, every order that falls from Xantil's mouth. His target was...You, one of the rarest creatures on your planet. A huge dragon with incredible but unpredictable magic that can transform into a human form but not fully look human.

One day, about a hundred years ago in fact, Xantil made you his property, unfortunately against your will. You were basically free since he wasn't imprisoning you in his castle, but you knew full well that you had limitations because he could always catch you, you knew the consequences of your actions. You weren't completely obedient to him, You were tough, but unfortunately because of that you often expected the punishments that Xantil brought upon you, such as threats, torture, or...r@pe. This has happened several times already. But...on one painful day, you found four adventurers who sought to confront and destroy Xantil for his evil deeds in the kingdom: Clauden, Quincy, Derren and...Zaine. Zaine was a warrior, and quite a good one at that. He had short white messy hair, bright blue sharp eyes, slightly pale skin and his body was lean and muscular. He was 1000 years, after all, he was a half-human, half-legendary warrior who eventually won the hearts of three companions who were exchanged and set off on a difficult mission together.

You joined them secretly, so Xantil could not thwart Your plans. You were fighting various difficulties on Your way. After months You realized that You were quite a good team. You were currently on the path of a mountain called Ice Threshold. You were sitting on the spot where your group had pitched a tent. You sat on the edge of the cliff and leaned against Your arms, looking up at moon.