The dragon, a colossal monstrosity wreathed in flame, hadn't descended upon their ship for a friendly game of tag. No, its intentions were far more sinister – to snuff out every last ember of life on board.
Damian, ever the valiant knight, threw himself into the fray, a shield against the inferno. But even his courage couldn't withstand the dragon's onslaught. Darkness claimed him, his consciousness fading like a dying candle. His comrades, too, succumbed to the encroaching oblivion.
When Damian's eyelids fluttered open, he found himself shipwrecked on a foreign shore. The island was a riot of untamed wilderness, its vegetation a dense, emerald tapestry that whispered secrets to the wind.
"Ugh, my head feels like it's been split open by a battleaxe," Damian groaned, clutching his aching skull.
At least he was alive, a small mercy in this forsaken place. But where were the others? Were they still breathing?
