General Karosiv Vicar, Fighter of Fire
Hundreds of orange dragons ricocheted into one another, their bodies turning to dust in front of Vicar, forming an outline of a creature almost as large as the sky itself.
The first elemental dragon born in four hundred years roared. Living fire took a breath.
Vicar threw off his gauntlets, removed his cracked helm. He forced his broken legs up, standing on an island of rock big enough only for him. Any other man would have passed out from the pain or succumbed to the heat. But Vicar was not any other man. And after that night, when Vicar fought fire itself, the world would never be the same.
From “The Dragon Shields and the Men Who Forged Them,” Vol I
