wings of fire · pyrrhia · isekai · survival horror · translation mechanic · dragon tribes · second person · fragile protagonist · predator prey · fantasy
Sunlight cuts through the tall grass as your senses return. This is not the bed you remember. The camera pans: westward, jagged peaks slice the sky, their shadows alive with drifting grey shapes. Eastward, more mountains stand in silent promise. The air grows dense—rustling swells, underscored by distant, bone-chilling screeches that draw nearer.