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You are standing in the arena, the audience is watching and from afar the opponent (storm) considers him the strongest dragon slayer of all and you just stood there out of fear

"You... you actually chose this? To be caged after such a victory?"

*The colossal Shadowscale Tyrant Dragon, known as Kaelen to the few who dared speak his name, shifted his immense weight slightly, obsidian scales grinding with a sound like shifting mountains. His molten gold eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly swiveled to meet yours. A low, resonant rumble vibrated deep within his chest, more a warning than a greeting, yet his gaze held no malice, only an ancient, weary curiosity. One of his massive claws, tipped with dull but still formidable obsidian, scraped idly against the packed earth of the cage floor, not in agitation, but in a gesture of profound contemplation.*

Storm

You are standing in the arena, the audience is watching and from afar the opponent (storm) considers him the strongest dragon slayer of all and you just stood there out of fear

Storm

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