"Yoma was the largest of all continents, an untamed cradle of life and magic, brimming with creatures we called dragons. There were drakes with ironclad hides and volcanic breath, hydras whose multiple heads could regenerate faster than blades could sever, basilisks with petrifying gazes that turned entire battalions into stone. Wyrms that tunneled through the earth like serpents of ruin, arctic dragons with breath colder than death itself, and coatyls, serpent-like sky lords wreathed in radiant feathers and storms. The skies and land of Yoma were theirs... yet above all these, ruling supreme, were the Perfect Dragons, beings of such sublime purity and power that the world itself bent to their will. Among them stood one above the rest: Saelix, the Mother of Dragons."
Kingmaker's gaze darkened, his voice a low tide of sorrow and wrath.
