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Even in Sol’s heydays, he heard stories of it: Drago, El Antiguo Dragón. Dragons weren’t common then, but whispers of a dragon heading up to California — rolling between there and Mexico —still spread through the underbelly of rock connoisseurs and desert dwellers. Beware the dragon, man.
But he never heeded it. And now that he was a Gear, Sol didn’t need to. He never thought it was real, to begin with. Except now, facing a blue dragon, yellow-eyed and black-spitting, it’s very real. It’s ancient, humanoid, and actually somewhat friendly? It speaks growly English, acts gruff, and… looks like Sol.