This was a man who would dance on the edge of a blade and laugh at the folly of it — a man who had transformed pain and defeat into a startling resilience.
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Her growl isn't merely a sound; it's a symphony of danger. It reverberates through the air, blanketing the battlefield with a sense of trepidation.
It's a primal language, a growl so deep and so profoundly low that it permeates through the bones, raising goosebumps and making the bravest of the warriors feel the icy chill of fear.
This isn't just a dragon; this is Ymat the Eternal, a bearer of fearsome might and dread — a reflection of her rider, Crown Prince Ragnar Clementine.
With unblinking, vigilant eyes like the sharpest of blades, Ragnar watches the battlefield from above, silently promising a horror that is beautifully dreadful.
His unwavering focus and strategic oversight never betray the deadly havoc he is yet to unleash.
