Where Fear Has Walked

Drieghan Crossing the rugged mountains, I entered a land of towering cliffs and dense forests. This was Drieghan—a place where the legend of the Crimson Dragon still lingered in every breath of wind. The air grew wild that day. Shouts suddenly echoed from below, and when I looked up, a massive shadow swept across Drieghan. In that instant, I knew I was face-to-face with the legend itself. Where the shadow fell, the ground was scarred by clashing desires. Some stood ready to fight, while others sought to flee their fear, even if it meant sacrifice. Here, where two wills collided, I chose not to run. I would not stand idly by and watch the legend— I would face it head-on.