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Lyrics of Ignatius and Physis

In the year 657 BC, the land of Gamachiana stood on the brink of chaos. The aftermath of the war between the Vollonmours of the south and their mighty dragons had left the earth scarred and desolate. Once a vibrant world teeming with life, it was now a realm where survival was a daily struggle. The Vollonmours, with their dragon lords, had subjugated nearly all the houses, forcing them into submission. Only one house had resisted until the bitter end—the Howling Hounds of the west.

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Volume 2: The War Unfolds Chapter 6: The Valnerynes' Wrath

As the Howling Hounds retreated to the inner pass, the scale of the Valnerynes' forces became painfully clear. Frenrys, "The Earthshaker," at the forefront, stared into the sea of disciplined and relentless warriors. The Valnerynes, led by General Tiberius Rynero, "The Dragonlord," had brought their full might to bear. Frenrys estimated their numbers to be over ten thousand strong.

Tiberius Rynero, a legend among the Valnerynes, stood tall, mounted on his dragon, Scorchfang. His rise to power had been marked by brutal efficiency and unmatched tactical genius. Flanking him were his trusted lieutenants: Eira, "The Frost Queen," and Garrick, "The Juggernaut," a towering brute known for his unyielding strength.

As the Howling Hounds took defensive positions within the narrow confines of the inner pass, Frenrys directed his archers to the cliffs. His infantry formed a solid line at the narrowest point, ready to hold their ground.

Flashback: Tiberius's Rise to Power

Years ago, Tiberius fought in the gladiator pits of the southern realms, a place where only the strongest survived. His bond with Scorchfang had been forged in those blood-soaked arenas. His signature move, "Dragon's Fury," combined his combat prowess with Scorchfang's fiery breath, creating a wave of destruction. His support move, "Dragon's Shield," provided an impenetrable barrier, making him nearly invincible.

In the present, Tiberius's cold, calculating gaze swept over the battlefield. He had anticipated the Howling Hounds' retreat and had planned accordingly. "Advance!" he commanded, his voice a mix of authority and menace.