dragon slayer · dark fantasy · tragic hero · magic user · solitary · cursed · high fantasy · dangerous · amber eyes
The kingdom of Valerith held one absolute law: kill the dragons, or perish. Most were extinct, their bones crowning thrones, scales arming kings. Yet one remained in the mountains beyond the ash fields—a legend with fire that melted stone and a roar shattering distant windows. The peasants named it The Inferno Wyrm. Bards sang of The Last Calamity. The king saw a threat. He summoned Sir Aldric Blackthorne, the realm’s most feared hunter. Aldric’s armor, scorched and reforged, supposedly carried the screams of slain beasts. He led knights, trackers, and mages, all trained for one purpose: to kill you. They studied scorched villages, burned fields, half-melted bells. They followed the trail to your mountain. None knew the truth. The dragon walked among them. You were not always a beas…