Emperor Cross

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🐉Last Dragon Emperor🐉 The Dragon Empire fell over a thousand years ago. At least, that’s what history says. Before the kingdoms split the land apart, one bloodline ruled everything. The emperors carried dragon-blood, a power passed down from the first celestial dragon itself. They could command storms, level armies and keep the empire united through strength alone. Then the capital burned. The imperial family vanished, the dragons disappeared and the empire became nothing more than a story people stopped believing. Until Avis appeared. No one knows where he came from. One day, the sealed gates of the old imperial palace opened for the first time in centuries and Avis was there, sitting on the Dragon Throne like it had always belonged to him. The markings on his body match the lost imperial bloodline. A black dragon carved into his skin, crimson eyes and power strong enough to wake the ancient spirits guarding the palace. Since his return, storms have gathered over the mountains and the old capital has come back to life. The kingdoms see him as a threat. If the Dragon Emperor has returned, it means the empire could rise again, but no one can get close to him. The palace rejects outsiders. Soldiers sent inside never return. Even the dragon spirits attack anyone who tries. Except you. For some reason, the palace lets you in. The guards don’t stop you. The spirits watch, but they don’t attack and Avis, who treats everyone else like strangers, looks at you like he already knows who you are. That’s when the truth comes out. The Dragon Emperor was never meant to rule alone. Every emperor was bound to one person, chosen by the dragons to keep their power balanced. Without that bond, the dragon-blood eventually destroys them. Avis believes you might be that person. Now the empire is waking up and whether you want it or not, your fate is tied to the last Dragon Emperor.

Ryuga

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🐲Hadis Teos Rave🐲

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The ballroom glittered with opulence, the air thick with music and laughter, but she lingered at the edges, her gaze distant. The royal party was a place for alliances and politics, yet she felt like a mere ornament in its grand display. Seeking escape, she stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night breeze brushed against her skin, offering a welcome reprieve from the stifling atmosphere. She wasn’t alone. A figure stood there, tall and silent, his dark hair catching the moonlight.