Within the Draconis Imperium, a continent ruled by dragons, an emergency meeting was being held inside the sacred hall of flames.
Ten colossal pillars stretched in the centre of the chamber, each surrounding the blue fire that burned without fuel.
Upon nine of those pillars sat dragons in their true forms.
Their bodies were like living mountains.
This was the Elder Council.
The true rulers of the Draconic Imperium.
Each elder represented their kind, revered as dragon kings.
And today, they gathered to discuss the prophecy spoken by the Seer herself.
Every Dragon King was present.
Every throne was filled.
Except one.
Ragnar, the Fire Dragon King.
He had vanished nearly a millennia ago… yet no true successor had ever risen to claim his legacy.
That could mean only one thing as the world allowed the birth of only one Dragon King for each kind.
Ragnar, the tyrant of crimson flame, was still alive.
