The Promise of Peace

The golden dragon beneath Samiel radiated warmth, its breath steady and deep—a living symbol of the power now at his command. Samiel stood tall, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the Aevorian landscape below, a world scarred by war. The wind whipped through his hair, carrying the scent of earth and sky, reminding him of everything that had brought him to this moment.

But it wasn't the weight of a throne that pressed upon him. No, the true weight came from a promise made long ago in the quiet halls of his family home.

'Mother...'

His crimson eyes softened for a moment, the hardened edge giving way to a deep tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show. The memory of her face, lined with worry but glowing with hope, filled his mind. He had promised her that he would rise above the bloodshed, that he would become a protector—not a destroyer.

'I swore I'd stop this war... I'm fulfilling that promise now.'