Beneath the blood-red sky, the last dragon of Eldryth fell in a storm of fire and ash. Its mighty wings, once regal and proud, were now tattered, marked by the curse that twisted its very soul. From the smoldering ruins, a shadowed figure emerged—cloaked in armor etched with ancient runes, clutching a shield carved from dragon bone. The war had claimed countless lives, but this was no ordinary battle; it was the breaking of an age-old pact, one bound in blood and betrayal.

Whispers in the wind spoke of the dragon's final breath—a curse unleashed upon the land, seeping into the hearts of men and beasts alike. In that moment, a child cried out in a nearby village, her fate intertwined with the dying fire. Seren Valen was born under the cursed sky, marked by the dragon's blood that ran through her veins, a living shield against darkness and despair.