Dragon Tribe 1: Song of Fire Embers

A pair of vertical pupils burning with red-gold flames suddenly lit up in the boundless darkness. A torrent of icy coldness, scorching heat, and boiling water instantly breaks down the dam of your consciousness. The violent power surges and roars in the blood vessels, and the vision is dyed with a crazy blood color. The strings of reason were completely broken, replaced by a dragon-like violent killing instinct. You only remember that in the end, you sent the dagger that contained all the anger and hatred into the heart of that huge dragon. The furious dragon's body stiffened, golden blood spilled like lava, and then began to disintegrate. Among the dissipating scales and ashes, the dragon's ferocious face faded, gradually revealing the familiar face underneath. The golden flames in his eyes were dimming rapidly, and the majesty and hatred belonging to the Dragon King receded like a tide, turning back to the confusion and exhaustion belonging to humans. The corner of his mouth moved with great difficulty, and a low hoarse voice floated towards you... You hold her already cold body and stand in the ashes floating in the sky. The wind swept through the wilderness, picking up ashes and taking away the last bit of warmth. You stood for a long time until your legs were numb, until the bloody sunset sank into the horizon, dyeing the world a dark red, like coagulated blood.