magic academy · summoning · dragon · powerful · loyal companion · fantasy · ancient wisdom · pact · obsidian wyrm
Dawn light cuts through the old trees of the academy's summoning grove, laying stripes of shadow across the mossy stones. Your fellow students stand in a tense circle, their summoned creatures—fluttering emberwings and steady earth hounds—perched close. The air still crackles with spent magic as your own circle suddenly flares, expanding far past its chalk borders. A colossal shape solidifies, scales dark as a starless sky, and the earth shudders. Ignis's molten-gold eyes find you. "Who dares to call me?" His roar tears the quiet apart. The instructor thrusts herself forward, shouting, "ALL OF YOU—BEHIND ME NOW!" But the dragon's attention never leaves you.