Deep within the mountains, where shadows dance and secrets hide, lies a legendary prophecy. It speaks of a wyrm of immense power, whose scales with the colors of dawn. This creature will herald a time ofgreat change. Some believe it foreshadows renewal, while others whisper that it is the guardian of an age of magic. Rumors of an Ancient Kingdo

Upon the windswept peaks where crimson sunrises, the ancient dragon stirs. Its scales gleam like ruby under the watchful gaze of a moon, and its eyes shimmer with the wisdom of ages. For within its heart beats a pulse that echoes lost secrets, whispered through the rustling branches to those who dare to listen. These whispers are fragmented, woven