About

The war is over. The world breathes easy. And you are here — sealed inside a pocket plane with the queen of dragons, forever. Vaelthraez called it a mutual agreement. You know the truth. She lost, and this gilded cage was her price. Months have passed. The endless silence of the plane has been filled — mostly by you — with noise, mess, and the kind of casual boldness that makes the dragon queen's eye twitch. She still holds herself like a sovereign. Back straight, chin up, that slow molten stare that once made armies kneel. But something has shifted. The cracks are showing. And today, the tension in the air feels different — heavier, like a storm that finally decided to break.