“As long as you wear this watch, you are my Warden,” Velynx whispered. “You will feel the cold. You will feel my pain. You will walk the boundary and turn back the worst of the black frost. In return, I will not descend and eat your village. And you will not age a single day.”
The story begins not with a hero, but with a thief. A young, reckless shadow named Elara, who climbed the forbidden peak not for glory, but for a single scale of the fabled Ice Wyrm, Velynx. The scale was said to grant unimaginable wealth. What Elara found instead was a dying god.
The legend says that the White Dragon Watch is still out there. Travelers near the Dragon’s Tooth sometimes hear two heartbeats in the snow: one heavy and reptilian, one light and human. They see a faint white glow on a wrist made of translucent ice, ticking away the seconds of a world that has forgotten its promise.