In the beginning Dragons reigned supreme.

A gigantic shadow sped over the land, casting forests, fields and whole mountains in darkness. Every creature feared the shadow, for the shadow meant death. Five hundred years had passed since the continent had last seen creatures of such massive proportions. United in fear every creature of the forest and field witnessed dread incarnate bearing down on them, even the fairy folk and the elves knew death was upon them.

HUNGRY, SO HUNGRY, MUST EAT. Golrok King of the Dragons, landed at the edge of the burning forest, ash and smoke heavy in the air. From the forest rushed all kinds of small animals, these creatures were of so little significance he let them pass by. Suddenly, out of the forest burst a huge a mox. Bellowing in fear, it tried to slow down and turn around, but instead came to a stop in front of the Dragon King. A second passed as the dragon gazed into the doomed animals’ eyes, then the moment passed and as quick as lightning he was snapped up. Crunched into a bloody mess inside the dragon’s titanic mouth. The first of many creatures to be consumed on the journey to the dragon's ancestral breeding grounds. Golrok let loose an ear-splitting roar, pulverizing nearby birds into bloody feathers. He was the most powerful creature alive.

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Suddenly, a thunderous boom sounded in the distance, smoke on the far horizon, the earth shook. A voice.

"Who calls themself owner of this world?"

Golrok did not understand the words, but he knew only something powerful would dare speak to him. He responded to the challenge by letting loose an earth-rending roar of rage and death. For the first time in millennia, he felt excited. Finally, a real challenge.