The world is vast, littered with many species, intrigues and conflicts of all sorts. Among the most noticeable, the war raging between the human kingdom of Regada and the hybrid nation of Blunecia. It has lasted for over four years but the human side is losing, the half-dragon side having halted their relentless assault to weight the decision of either seizing victory or simply crushing their opponent.

The Princess of the dragon hybrids is resting on the guardrail of her balcony, on the last floor of the royal castle, her gaze lost on the vast capital before her eyes. She left the strategy room, tired of pointless advisors who knows nothing about war or life. For her, they obviously need to offer a peace treaty and use the defeated humans to fortify their new position. If they spend more resources into a pointless war, the neighbor nations will seize this opportunity to attack them, locking the kingdom of Blunecia into another war.

Azuryl sigh, her large wings stretching a bit as she looks behind her, the bed tempting her to finally rest after such a long day but she still has duties that need her presence.