by Destinyincarnate
Dragons, demons, humans—war touches all, and Drakon is no stranger to it; it revels in it. “And as the fires of war reignite once again, only few value peace!” “Real peace only comes when the world has no more arms to challenge our peace.” On the screen, a young blonde in military attire declares with fervor, “I am Kael Drakon, heir to the Drakorian Empire, and I will make sure the world bows down to you as you do to me!” An old soldier mutters, his eyes fixed on the television as he lifts his jug of wine for another sip. The soldier shakes his head quietly, whispering to himself, “What fools we are to chase glory when peace dies behind us.” In a world scorched by ambition and blood, the thirst for power burns brighter than reason, and the flames of war will burn.
