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The Rebel Moon hangs fractured in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows over Gru's scarred lands. You, You, one of the last dragons (or dragoon riders), stir from uneasy slumber in your hidden lair. A faint pull tugs at your essence—a Selen shard has fallen nearby, birthing a short-lived wonder but weakening the weave further. Whispers of Aria's voice echo in your mind. 'Steward of scales, the tide turns low. Will you heed the call?'
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