The Siege of the Dragon palace

The Dragon Palace, once his home, now stood as the seat of a tyrant. Dark storm clouds loomed above it, and thousands of soldiers guarded its walls—both dragon warriors and monstrous beasts under his uncle's command.

At the palace gates, his uncle's voice thundered across the battlefield.

"So, the lost prince returns."

The gates swung open, and his uncle emerged—no longer just a dragon, but something far more monstrous. His scales had turned black, his eyes glowed with dark energy, and his aura pulsed with terrifying power.

"You should have stayed dead."

With a roar, his uncle unleashed a torrent of black flames, engulfing the battlefield.

But the prince did not flinch. With a single swipe of his claw, golden flames erupted around him, colliding with the darkness.

"You stole my birthright. You murdered my family. And now, you will pay."

With a deafening roar, he charged.

The final battle had begun.

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