RISE OF EROS

The winds swept strongly across the vast expanse of the continent, carrying with them whispered words, and echoes that transformed into stories, legends, and fears. News of the titanic battle between the dragons and the organization known as Purgatory spread like a raging fire.

Illuminating the darkness of the unknown with the glow of fascination. Although the dragons remained silent, hidden in their majestic shelters, people found comfort in the elaborate tales and reinterpretations of what happened on the battlefield.

In the hot lands of Dunnas, where the dunes rose like frozen waves and the sun was an omnipresent witness, rumors became epic stories shared around campfires. The inhabitants of the desert spoke of a battle where the dragons not only fought for their existence but also defended the freedom of all beings in the world.

It was said that a dragon from the deep blue, named Zalstrak, had summoned a sandstorm so powerful that it scattered the warriors of Purgatory like leaves in the wind. The stories grew in splendor; elders told of the sand turning gold during battle as if imbued with the essence of Dragonfire.

Creatures of the desert began marking the sand with symbols, believing them to be the signs of a new age, an age where dragons would be eternally revered as the saviors of the continent. As far as the cold, deep mountains of Cannaris, where echoes rang in the caverns and forges never ceased, the tales came as a constant murmur among the dwarves.

Known for their love of drink and their tendency to exaggerate tales, the dwarves reported that dragons had torn Purgatory apart with such ferocity that each breath turned to fire and melted the metal of their armor like wax.

The taverns were filled with laughter and toasts raised to the victory of the dragons. It was claimed that a silver-scaled dragoness named Ilthara had descended from above, crushing the fortress of Purgatory with her enormous body.

A dwarf, with a jug in his hand, proclaimed that his axe had been illuminated by the light of the dragons, a memorable day in which the bravery of these mythical beings had become a legend in every corner of his mountain kingdom.

Along the crystal-clear waters of the country of Rios, rumors flowed like the water itself that meandered through the valleys. The riverside communities were filled with expectations and renewed hope.

According to the stories told in the riverside cafes, the dragons had made a pact with nature itself to protect the balance of the continent. Dragons were said to have been seen circling above rivers, creating vortices of water that cleared the air of the darkness that Purgatory had brought with it.

The first rains of the season were interpreted as a sign of the dragons’ protection, and farmers offered offerings of wildflowers and grains on the banks. Villages held festivals in honor of the dragons’ victory, dancing beneath a starry sky, filled with joy and gratitude.

In the elven realm, where magic flourished and trees whispered secrets to the wind, news of the dragons’ victory was greeted with harmonious song. The elves, long-lived and wise, saw the outcome of the battle as a sign that nature continued to prevail over greed and destruction.

Ceremonies were held in forest glades, where elven singers told the story of how dragons joined the forces of nature. Yet in their hearts, there was also fear, for the elves knew that peace was short-lived.

Still, as hummingbirds danced around and the full moon illuminated their faces, they vowed to themselves to preserve that victory, knowing that they must stand united, not only to celebrate the dragons’ victory but to protect the harmony of their home.

The beastmen’s prairie was filled with a visceral roar as the rumors reached them. The beastmen warriors, known for their connection to the primal essence of the land, felt the pulse of victory in their veins.

It was said that the dragons had summoned ancient spirits of the prairie to aid them in the fight against Purgatory. As night fell, the beastmen gathered in tribes, telling tales of draconic heroes who had fought valiantly, filled with honor and ferocity.

Campfires lit up their faces as they began to reenact the battle with intense cries and movements. To them, this victory meant more than the defeat of an organization: it symbolized the union between the mythic and the carnal, the recognition that every creature, great or small, had a role to play in the circle of life.

Beyond these kingdoms, other countries also resonated with the rumors. On the ivory islands of Iltara, merchants filled their ships with goods decorated with draconic icons, convinced that the good fortune of the dragons would smile upon them.

Sails billowed white as a symbol of hope for a prosperous future, where association with dragons would be synonymous with success. In Morwen, the country of wizards, knowledge of the victory gave rise to intense debates.

Magic academies began to investigate how the dragons had managed to defeat Purgatory, speculating on ancient enchantments and divine powers. Intrigued, the mages gathered together in a council, seeking ways to establish a closer relationship with the dragons, sensing that such contact could allow new forms of magic to flourish.

Yet amidst all this celebration and narrative, there was an underlying reality. Though the dragons had won, the echoes of battle resonated across the continent as a chilling reminder of the fragility of peace.

The rumors, though far from the complete truth, fostered a connection that would endure over time. The war had left scars, and many wondered if Purgatory would rise from its ashes, ready to challenge the dragons once more.

As the days passed, the communities continued to build their narrative around victory. The dragons, though not visible, were beginning to be regarded as more than just legends; they became symbols of strength, resilience, and hope.

The murmurs that ran through the continent transformed into an anthem, one that would echo through the skies and reverberate in the hearts of those who believed in the impossible.

And so, the continent watched in amazement as a new world awoke, where the shadow of battle was dispelled, leaving behind the promise of future adventures. As the dragons returned to their nests, the continent began to tell a new story, one where myths intertwined with reality, and the flame of the past illuminated the path forward.

The battle was over, but the echo of its outcome was only just beginning to vibrate through the veins of the continent, promising that, at some point, the relationship between dragons and mortals would be redefined, not just as allies, but as guardians of a world that had chosen to believe in the extraordinary.

Despite all the nonsense that spread across the continent, there was only one thing that was true and that was that the dragons had emerged victorious and that Purgatory had fled with its tail between its legs despite being the ones who attacked first.

Still, the sheer amount of rumors that spread was insane. Also, depending on the region they arrived at, the rumors changed to favor that region. In Dunnas which is a kingdom of sand and desert, the dragons somehow used the spirits of the desert. In Rios, it was said that they were the spirits of water, and so on in different regions.

This is just because of the whim of the people, because as stated, they were rumors. While there was some truth to them, the rumors were just gossip to entertain, however, for the leaders of these regions they were not.

The kings and queens of the continent did not take the battle of the dragons and Purgatory lightly. First of all, dragons have always been considered the most powerful race in the world.

The second thing is that Purgatory is a threat to everyone and they needed details of what had happened. They did not want to hear rumors, they wanted to hear detailed information, so they gathered their agents and sent them out.

They, as leaders of countries, refused to believe the rumors, especially since they did not specify a conclusion to the battle. They only said that the dragons won and invented powers and names, but nothing more.

The leaders of the different countries did not need that. They wanted to know if Purgatory was completely eliminated or if they managed to escape. They want to know what damage was suffered by the dragons and many other things.

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Dragons have always been synonymous with power and authority, since ancient times. After the war against the fallen god a thousand years ago they disappeared, which affected them a little, but life went on.

However, now that the dragons were back in the game and showing their indomitable strength, obviously not everyone was happy. It’s true that until now the dragons had been acting as protectors, but all kings and queens are distrustful.

They have been in politics for too long, so they see everything as a conspiracy. The threat of Purgatory is real and everyone understands it, but the problem is with the dragons, because who is going to stop them?