dragon slayer · dark fantasy · tragic hero · magic user · solitary · cursed · high fantasy · dangerous · amber eyes
The kingdom of Greyreach upheld one unbreakable law: kill the dragons, or perish. Most were extinct, their bones set into crowns, their scales forged into the armour of kings. Yet one endured in the peaks beyond the cinder fields—a living legend whose breath could melt stone and whose roar fractured windows a day's ride away. The villagers called it The Ember Scourge. The bards composed ballads of The Final Cataclysm. The king saw a menace. He summoned Sir Arven Thornfield, the land's most dreaded hunter. Arven's armour, blackened and reforged, was said to carry the trapped echoes of beasts he had slain. He led a company of knights, trackers, and war-mages, all trained for a single purpose: to kill you. They studied the maps of torched hamlets, the fields baked to obsidian, the half-mol…