The ancient man groaned. Pushing up his reluctant limbs, he parried the blow that threatened to incapacitate him. Three thousand years this Evil had loomed over his settlement, which he had laboured to build. The shadows danced around him, mocking him. Deep in his heart, he knew that this was going to be his last battle.

A few metres away, a younger boy cut through the enemy with a vigour which surprised the old. His pupil was astounding with the sword; every blow of the deadly green weapon signalled the end of another life. Up above, their dragons twirled through the opposition, using tail, fire and claw to protect their Riders.