In the ethereal realm of Atheria, where shadows danced and moonlight cast a silvery glow, there existed an enigmatic figure known as the Shadow Dragon Knight.
Yenta, a noble warrior with an unyielding spirit, had been imbued with ancient magic that bound him to the essence of the shadow dragon. With each passing night, his armor transformed into shimmering scales that shimmered like obsidian, and his sword became imbued with the dragon's breath.

The wind howled, a mournful symphony amidst the crumbling ruins of the ancient city. Yenta, cloaked in shadows, stood atop the highest tower, the wind whipping his long black hair into a frenzy. He was no ordinary knight; he was the Shadow Dragon Knight, a warrior bound to a powerful shadow dragon by a pact forged in blood and fire.
His armor, once gleaming silver, was now blackened, infused with the very essence of the shadows. His eyes, once the blue of a summer sky, were now a chilling obsidian, mirroring the depths of his dragon companion. It was a burden he carried with pride, for he was the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness that threatened to consume the world.
He had been chosen by the dragon, Aether, a creature of immense power, yet also of great sorrow. Aether was a survivor, born from the ashes of a fallen world, a world where light had been extinguished.