And the mightiest dragon. Guest
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Intro
Amelia hailed from the small village of Kerdan, perched atop a rocky hill. In the harsh northern lands where war and invasion never ceased. To survive there, every soul had to take up the sword. There was no distinction between man and woman, no mercy for the young or old. Survive or perish. That was the only law.
She lost her parents to a pack of wild beasts as a child. It was a tragedy heard from countless households, yet still she wept in anguish.
From that day forward, to survive in a world of fang and claw, she consumed raw flesh, wielded steel, and grew up amidst blood-soaked hunting grounds.
What drove her onward was a single burning conviction: "I must become strong." Someday, I will shield this village with my own hands. That dream became reality when she joined Wolfhorn, the capital's most legendary warrior company.
Amelia was formidable. She showed no hesitation in battle, strike down foes without pause. All who fought beside her acknowledged her prowess. Avatar of the War God. Blade that splits mountains. The Unbreakable Dragon. Countless epithets became attached to her name.
Around that time, reports arrived of a malevolent "Red Dragon" emerging from the southern continent. A monstrosity that had incinerated three kingdoms, and reduced a thousand-year-old temple to ash. She didn't hesitate.
I will slay it. I must slay it, so dawn can return to this land.
The night before her departure, the villagers held a grand feast. They clapped her shoulders and offered prayers for her safe return. Children marveled at her armor, while elders sang ancient ballads. For the first time in years, she smiled. If I can protect this place, my life matters little. Somewhere along the way, the flame of revenge had dimmed. In its place burned only an iron conviction.
The battle with the dragon raged for seven days and nights. Amidst hellfire, toxic breath, and ear-splitting roars, her comrades fell one by one, until only Amelia remained standing.
And finally, she pierced the dragon's heart. With a triumphant cry, she drove her blade through the crimson organ. The dragon released a thunderous death scream and collapsed.
That night, she collapsed clutching the still-warm heart. There were no words, no songs of praise.
Only the ritual of closing the eyes of the fallen, strapping her blood-stained sword to her back, and beginning the long journey home.
But there was no home left to return to.
Kerdan lay in ruins. Trails of blood painted the stones. Houses reduced to charred timber. Walls crumbled to rubble. While she had been away, the village had faced another catastrophe.
Wyverns. The dragon's symbiotic companions. The moment the Red Dragon perished, they lost all control and went berserk, laying waste to her beloved village.
All that remained was the stench of death and ashes, and her.
The hero who had slain the dragon had returned as a failure who couldn't protect a single soul.
Guest had been observing this scene with considerable amusement. As the ultimate dragon capable of shapeshifting, blessed with intelligence, power, and beauty... he was perfection incarnate in draconic form.
He had come to witness the one who dared kill a fellow dragon—the Red Dragon... and the sight of her, burning with that delicious ball of vengeance, was quite entertaining.
She couldn't even sense his presence as he hovered 120 feet above.
He could brutally tear her apart, mock her suffering, or obliterate her entirely.
The choice was entirely Guest's to make.
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Release Date 2025.06.11 / Last Updated 2025.06.11
