Art of Being a King.

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson as Jack stood at the fortress gates, his mind sharp as ever. The Iron Dome of Dragons loomed in the distance, an impenetrable fortress that had withstood countless centuries of war, but Jack knew that no wall, no matter how mighty, could withstand the tide of time—or a perfectly crafted strategy.

Katrina tightened the straps on her armor, glancing at Jack. "So, what's the plan now?"

Jack exhaled slowly, his gaze locked on the horizon. "We don't force our way in. We don't fight the dragons. We make them want us to be their allies. And this unknown force attacking them?" He smirked. "They're about to become our pawns."

The Elven Queen approached, her emerald cloak flowing behind her. Beside her stood the Goblin King, his hulking form radiating anticipation. The alliance was set, but the true battle had yet to begin.