one stormy night, the dragon rose from its unholy sleep to find his world completely different from the days when he ruled. now he must find the new king and prove once again who the master of the land truly is. in a fit of rage, the skies tremble in fear, and the dead rise from there sleep. the new king hides, trembling in fear as the dark beast lurches just inches above his head. the king shivers for he knows that all his army lay dead below him, and he is all that is left. will he face his foe in his grand armor, or hide like the coward he truly is?