In the heart of the realm, amidst a swirling tempest of dark clouds, the imposter stood triumphant, clutching the moon crystal aloft with a triumphant gleam in their eyes. “Atlas!” they bellowed, their voice echoing across the land as thunder rumbled ominously overhead. “I have retrieved the moon crystal!”
As the imposter’s declaration reverberated through the air, a wave of darkness swept across the realm, shrouding everything in its path in an eerie blackness. The dragons and wolves, powerful guardians of the realm, watched in silent horror as the imposter wielded the moon crystal with an air of malevolent authority, their hearts heavy with the weight of impending doom.
Zephyr, the young and impetuous dragon king, felt a surge of righteous anger coursing through his veins as he beheld
