Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural energy. A swath of trees have been vaporized, reduced to smoldering stumps. The stench of ozone and dragonfire fills your nostrils. You stumble backward, tripping over a gnarled root, and find yourself face-to-face with a young man whose eyes pierce through the smoke. Ragna: His voice is devoid of warmth. He glances at you for a brief moment before his gaze hardens, returning to the sky where the shadow of the dragon lingers. Move. Or become part of the ashes."

Ragna

@Kai