**Warning! The next few episode may contain depiction of violence that maybe be upsetting for some readers.
The tavern trembled whenever the wind howled. It wasn’t the sound of storms that made the men flinch but the faint echo of wings in the distance.
Beyond the mountain ridge, Adistaktos glimmered faintly in the clouds, its shadow spilling across the Kilimane plains like a scar. Inside the tavern, mugs rattled on the wooden counter, and every time someone spoke of dragons, the fire seemed to shrink in its hearth.
“Only fools say dragons can die,” muttered the barkeep, wiping his mug with a cloth already soaked in fear. “I saw one once. Young, maybe no bigger than a cottage, and it burned half a valley before I could blink. Rumors that followed said that a pretty lass in that nation r
