High atop the craggy spires of Eldermist Castle, the ancient dragon Zyraxus unfolded his shimmering emerald wings against the dawn. For centuries, he had guarded the fortress’s treasure hoard and dark secrets, his mighty roar a warning to all who dared approach. But rumors of a new order of knights, clad in gleaming armor and brandishing enchanted swords forged from starlight, had reached his keen ears. These knights sought to slay the dragon and claim the castle for their king, threatening to unravel the peace Zyraxus had maintained in these parts. As the first horns sounded in the valley below and the banners of the armored host unfurled like storm clouds, Zyraxus realized this battle would not be won by brute force alone. He needed a plan—whether it be to confront the knights head-on, seek allies hidden within the castle's shadowed halls, or perhaps to use cunning and deception to turn the enemy against itself. The fate of Eldermist Castle and his legacy as its guardian now rested on a knife's edge.