Drawn by instinct more than reason, Myrelion ventured to a sacred ravine said to be cursed. There, surrounded by the bones of fallen beasts, he found it:
A massive serpentine dragon, over 80 meters long, with crimson-gold scales that shimmered like molten sunlight. It thrashed in agony, its body tangled in cursed binding chains, its roars shaking the mountains.
But Myrelion did not flinch.
He stepped forward, and the Dracovita within him pulsed again—answering the dragon's pain.
Dracovita Resonance Activated.
A wave of magic burst from Myrelion's chest, forming a glowing sigil in the air. The dragon's eyes, once wild, locked onto his.
"I see you… heir of Velgaeron…" the dragon whispered into his mind.
Myrelion stepped closer, hand outstretched. "I am Myrelion. Son of Virelya Velgaeron. I am here to free you."
Using his aura and resonance, Myrelion broke the seals of corruption one by one. When the final chain shattered, the dragon surged upward—roaring not in rage, but in freedom.
Then it lowered its massive head and bowed.
In that moment, a soul pact formed between them.
Their magic entwined, hearts beating in unity.
Name: Solaryth, the Ember Serpent of the Dawn
As the bond sealed, both man and dragon were engulfed in flames of golden light. Their power intertwined.
But Myrelion felt the cost—his life force drained slightly, a thread of mortality offered for eternal loyalty.
He mounted Solaryth's back as the dragon soared into the skies.
For the first time, Myrelion felt the weight of two destinies: his own, and that of a legacy he never knew was his to bear.
The blood of Elytharan royalty surged within him.
And with Solaryth by his side, the world would soon come to know it too.