Pact of Blood
Lords, chieftains, villagers, and warriors from every corner of the highlands assembled beneath the open sky for the Festival of the Eternal Dawn.
Tables groaned under the weight of autumn feasts, music echoed off the stone battlements, and laughter filled the air where panic and terror had once reigned. As the sun began to dip below the jagged horizon, painting the sky in breathtaking strokes of violet, amber, and gold, the crowd fell into a respectful hush. From the upper mountain spires, a massive, thunderous roar shook the clouds.
WHOOSH!
The sovereign Black Dragon soared gracefully over the fortress courtyard, its obsidian scales gleaming like liquid night in the fading sunlight, fl