The Great Hall was massive. A ceiling enchanted to resemble the sky stretched high above them, its colors shifting with the time of day. At the far end of the room stood a raised platform where a group of powerful-looking dragons, both in human and partial-dragon forms, sat watching the new students.
Azrath stood at the center of the platform. "Welcome, fledgling dragons and aspiring warriors. You have entered the Dragon Academy, where the strong rise and the weak are devoured—sometimes literally." His golden eyes gleamed with amusement at the nervous chuckles from the human companions of the Dragons.
"This is not a place for the timid," Azrath continued. "Here, you will learn to fight, to command magic, and to survive in a world where only power is respected. You will train until your bones break and your spirit shatters, and if you are worthy, you will rise stronger than before."
