The Dragon Emperor's Throne

Johan stood at the edge of the cliff where Zeronos awaited him. In the distance, the setting sun bathed the jagged mountain peaks in a crimson hue, painting the sky like a battlefield of fire and blood. A cold wind blew, biting through his worn military jacket. The dragon sigil on his arm pulsed faintly, as if warning him of the dangers that lay ahead.

"Are you ready?" Zeronos asked, his deep voice laden with caution. The emerald dragon stood tall, his massive wings folded like a regal cloak, and his piercing yellow eyes scrutinized the human before him.

Johan took a deep breath, straightening his jacket. "Honestly? No," he admitted with a faint, lopsided smile. "But what choice do I have?"

Zeronos let out a low snort. "Speaking with the Dragon Emperor is no trivial matter, not even for me. You must remain vigilant. The Emperor wields words as deftly as he wields power. Do not let your emotions dictate your actions."