A few months had passed since China's definitive fall. The draconic conquest had consolidated itself in a manner as relentless as it was efficient, radically transforming the urban and social landscape. Where once dynamic and modern human cities had reigned, now stretched dark and imposing cities, rebuilt according to the cold and brutal architecture of dragons.
Forced labor camps now extended for kilometers, housing millions of enslaved humans. Day after day, they painfully extracted the raw materials vital to the draconic empire, building with their own hands the fortresses and cities that now embodied their own oppression.
The dragons had methodically reduced all human opposition to nothing. Each slave now bore a distinctive mark, a clear symbol of their inferior status. Those not assigned to extraction camps worked directly in dragon houses, servants submissive to the slightest desires of their reptilian masters.
