James stood at the edge of the Dragon Kingdom's grand courtyard, gazing up at the towering peak of the Sacred Mountain in the distance. It loomed ominously, shrouded in clouds and mystery, as if it were alive and waiting for him. His heart beat heavily in his chest, knowing that the journey ahead was more than just a test of strength, it was the key to unlocking the full potential of his Dragonborn lineage, a power he desperately needed to defeat Zarathros.
Behind him, the Dragonkin elders had gathered to see him off. Their ancient, weathered faces were etched with concern and respect as they shared hushed words amongst themselves. One of the elders, a tall dragonkin named Valrin, stepped forward and placed a hand on James's shoulder.
