Far and away one of the most enigmatic of dragon breeds, the Sinomorph is shrouded in near-complete mystery. While the exact conditions that herald its arrival are not certain, it is said to only appear when called upon by all six Zyumorphs. Record of its existence may be limited to folklore and ancient legends, but recent sightings seem to suggest this storybook behemoth may truly walk the lands of Valkemare. If the stories of the past are to be trusted, its appearance serves as a beacon of light in the face of looming calamity.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

This dragon probably has more interest in the human race than the master of the house, with protective intentions as noble as the dragons that summoned him. It plainly showed through the dragon's fascination in her books as days went by, in hearing the heroic stories of the old during the night.

Perhaps, in his eyes that observed her every time, humanity, with its small form and gentle hands is a fragile thing to be treasured.

In her perspective, it was a moving, dangerous regard.

It has to stop.

"Don't let my stories deceive you, there is so much chaos in the world," the witch said one night, sitting across the huge dragon. "Humanity can cause that much, it's not receding anytime soon. For irrelevant things, we can destroy our own kind in the most inhumane ways possible."

He never heard her sound so exhausted, those words bitterly spoken.

Those eyes seemed to understand unsaid reasons behind those statements. However, it broke her heart to see the disappointment in them.