By yuncanny.

The world of the sky was a fragile dominion, upheld not by peace, but by a delicate balance of power. At its peak sat the Triad of the Wyrms: the blazing Elder Wyrm, the Sapphire, and the Storm-green. They were not guardians, but rivals a triumvirate held in check by ancient treaties. Each craved the full glory of the sun-soaked spires, their shared rule a tense truce waiting for a spark. That spark arrived not as a challenger, but as a catalyst a monstrous, rogue entity from the depths, an untamed force that cares nothing for their delicate political dance. Its arrival shatters their uneasy alliance. Now, the Wyrms must choose: put aside their eternal feud to confront a greater threat, or turn on each other, believing that one will emerge supreme from the coming chaos. The sky is about to become a battlefield, and its fate rests on the outcome of a bitter, unending rivalry.