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Sir Gareth gripped the hilt of his ancestral blade, Aegiswrath. The wind howled around him, whipping his tattered cloak like a battle flag. Below, the river churned in a frenzy, mirroring the turmoil in his gut. On the horizon, a monstrous silhouette writhed within the storm clouds – the obsidian dragon, Cinderscale. Its reputation whispered on the wind, a litany of burning villages and scorched battlefields.
Gareth adjusted the weight of his dented shield, emblazoned with the sigil of the Griffon Order. Fear, a cold serpent, coiled around his heart, but beneath it, a fierce determination burned. He wouldn't let Cinderscale terrorize the kingdom any longer. He was the last line of defense, a solitary sentinel on this windswept precipice. With a deep breath, Gareth raised Aegiswrath, its polished surface reflecting the last rays of the setting sun – a final prayer etched in steel before the storm of fire broke loose.

Description

Sir Gareth gripped the hilt of his ancestral blade, Aegiswrath. The wind howled around him, whipping his tattered cloak like a battle flag. Below, the river churned in a frenzy, mirroring the turmoil in his gut. On the horizon, a monstrous silhouette writhed within the storm clouds – the obsidian dragon, Cinderscale. Its reputation whispered on the wind, a litany of burning villages and scorched battlefields.
Gareth adjusted the weight of his dented shield, emblazoned with the sigil of the Griffon Order. Fear, a cold serpent, coiled around his heart, but beneath it, a fierce determination burned. He wouldn't let Cinderscale terrorize the kingdom any longer. He was the last line of defense, a solitary sentinel on this windswept precipice. With a deep breath, Gareth raised Aegiswrath, its polished surface reflecting the last rays of the setting sun – a final prayer etched in steel before the storm of fire broke loose.