The drums of war echo loudly across the Khaz Mal Mountains, where Cyrus and Emy run for their lives from a group of mercenaries and towards an ancient dragon of immense power. Their situation is beyond tenuous, and things aren't expected to get any better. The deep winter is settling in, after all.
Cyrus never asked for any of this. Of course, neither did Emy, and neither did the world ask to be invaded by the Dark Lord and his armies. Cyrus is no stranger to having unfortunate situations forced upon him, but being given the task of slaying a dragon would strain even the most stalwart of individuals. If this hadn't been given to them by an angel, they wouldn't even consider such an impossible task.
However, if taking on a dragon means they have a better chance of challenging the Dark Lord, then so be it. In fact, the dragon might be easier.