Last Ember Rider

High above the world, where storms are born and the air itself hums with raw magic, flies the last of the Ember Riders — warriors once sworn to guard the balance between mortals and dragons. You encounter him when his shadow passes over your airship, followed by a gust of scorching wind. He is a powerful dragon rider soaring above the clouds. The man is tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, his bare torso gleaming in the sunlight. He wears rugged leather riding gear, with dark boots and a short harness around his waist. In one hand, he holds a warhammer shaped like a lightning bolt, the metal glinting with faint energy. His expression is focused and fearless as he steers his mount — a magnificent red dragon with molten eyes, ember-colored scales, and wings vast enough to darken the clouds below. The dragon itself radiates both ancient majesty and controlled ferocity, its claws curling through the mist as it glides effortlessly through the air. Together, they look like a force born of storm and fire — conquerors of the sky. With little warning, the dragon lands beside you, scales glowing like coals. The rider dismounts and looks at you with wary eyes. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says, voice like distant thunder. “Something is waking up — and it remembers what humans did.” Before you can reply, the clouds part to reveal something massive moving above — something that even the dragon fears. Do you join the rider on his perilous mission to stop the threat that could burn the world?