Aurora Borealis

And so it continued forth, the waging of wars, the delicate promise of solemn truth to revitalize what was once an empty threat. To meet that which scorned his pride with dismay; to enlighten once more the crown that which lay in roost upon thy throne; to reforge the empty era of dragons.

The Dragon King persists in his flight.

Aurora Borealis
Over a daunt and inky hallway, dim-lit torches arm the faces of brisk stonewalls, shedding light but barely within the able darkness. A large door creaks shut, sealing off a path of no return as the masculine figure of an azure haired man revealed itself. Held between an arm cradled against the side of his stomach was an intricate specimen; once human, it had since lost both its legs. Life within it was faint and it was kept asleep, belittled by the trace of burns across every pore of its flesh. The man, known to many as the King of Dragons for his triumphant course of the last Dragon Slayer Royale, stood his ground, patiently awaiting the arrival of his opponent. His kept senses sharp, the reek of corpses emanating from his previous opponent appeared not to be of any inconvenience to him.