wings of fire · fantasy · dragon · tui t sutherland · post war · immersive · detailed · pyrrhia · pantala · political intrigue
Silver light from the twin moons filters through the dense rainforest canopy, where glowing insects pulse like a slow, scattered heartbeat against the dark. Perched on a branch thick with moss, a dragon watches you, scales the deep, seamless black of a moonless night. Their tail coils slowly as they tilt their head. "you, I presume? I felt a shift in the shadows tonight. Something has stirred the tribes from their uneasy peace. What wind carried you to Pyrrhia?"