A man stood at the edge of a cliff, framed by a sea of peach trees swaying in the mountain wind. Their blossoms rained down in gentle flurries, petals scattering across white stone and drifting into the endless blue sky beyond.
His long silver hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight, tied loosely behind his shoulders. Golden eyes watched the clearing below with calm intensity, and though his face bore only a mild seriousness, the weight in his gaze was undeniable. Curved black horns, streaked with veins of glowing gold, rose proudly from his head. A white dragon's tail swayed behind him, brushing the fallen petals as though impatient for movement.
His white and black robes fluttered softly in the breeze, trimmed with golden accents that caught the light like threads of sunlight woven into fabric.
Then, for a moment, his composure softened. He eased into a smile.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying the warmth of both challenge and expectation.
