[ByePolar]

"Many fear the cold embrace of death.

You two welcome it."

The Dragoon was blessed, or cursed, with confidence like no other. His gilded eyes looked down upon any who crossed his path.

The two Osronans that had called him out were no different.

Inferior.
Unable to stand true against a dragon's might.

"Many ask why I wield the power of the cosmos and light given my heritage. I thought the answer was simple.
 

To show the people of Osrona how futile their efforts really are. The same stars they worship will become the root to their demise. The light they praise will be the end to that precious city as they know it.

Your religion is my weapon, and I'll be sure to kill you both using it."

The Dragoon would show no mercy.

Sacrosia's next feast was incoming.
Veero's obsidian wings would threaten to eclipse the stars.

"I haven't forgotten, Artyom... I'll claim vengeance for you next, big bro."