The storm raged on, but Ragnar did not falter. He had faced many foes, but none like this. A prismatic dragon, a rare and fearsome beast, whose scales shone with the hues of the stars. It breathed fire and lightning, and its claws could rend steel. But he had a weapon of his own, a sword of legend, forged by the gods and blessed by the spirits… the “Dragonslayer”.
He had sworn to slay the dragon, to avenge his fallen comrades and to protect his homeland. He leapt and slashed, dodged and parried, matching the dragon's fury with his own. He knew it was a battle of wills, a test of courage and skill. He heard the dragon's roar shake the earth, and the dragon's wings beat the air. But he did not give up, he did not give in. He fought on, with every ounce of his strength, with every drop of his blood, with every beat of his heart.
