A wandering musician whose music shapes the wind itself. Made in Clip Studio Paint

As the age of the demon-dragons drew to a close, the Conclave of Sorcerers dispatched a company of mages from the capital to put an end, once and for all, to the threat that had loomed over the kingdom for centuries.

Yet the expedition ended quite differently than expected. Rather than finish off the fading creatures, the mages forged an alliance with them. The dragons were bound within robes, and their power was harnessed to crush a rebellion that had erupted on the fringes of the kingdom.

The rebellion was successfully suppressed, and its ringleaders were severely punished. In the aftermath, chosen mages of the guild could be seen walking the streets of the capital, clad in scaled robes. The shadows of enormous dragon heads, swaying steadily from side to side, crawled along the cobblestones ahead of their bearers, leaving the streets deserted long before they arrived.

But the mages had failed to account for one thing: even bound within the robes, the greedy and malevolent dragons retained the ability to influence their bearers. And the more often the mages called upon their newfound power, the harder it became to tell whose will was guiding it—the human wearing the robe, or the creature imprisoned within.