The Battlefield.
A wind painted with blood was rising into the sky. Smoke, unnatural flames, and the stench of hundreds of corpses filled the air.
Dozens of races — dragon-like beasts, powerful humanoid warriors, winged demons — were ruthlessly slaughtering one another.
No one here sought peace.
This was the War of Chaos, one of the oldest and cruelest wars in existence. Each race fought to prove its dominance.
In this war, there was no purpose, no mercy.
Only power.
Only survival.
Only destruction.
But then, the sky began to change.
Dark clouds gathered with heavy weight. The wind stilled. Screams and clashing faded, swallowed by an unnatural silence.
Then... the sky split open.
And from the rift — two deep, burning violet eyes emerged.
They spoke no words, yet every creature who gazed into them felt terror seize their hearts.
Even the strongest warriors felt a freezing weight on their shoulders.
Then... it descended.
A dragon.
Its body was wreathed in swirling black and violet energy. Though it made no sound, each step shook the ground beneath it.
Its wings stretched wide across the sky, its hair flowed like living flame.
It came — wordless.
Yet even in silence, everything stopped.
Then, it shifted into human form.
But this was no ordinary man.
His movements carried the memory of a thousand-year-old dragon.
Each step echoed over forgotten battlefields soaked in blood.
This was no act of bravery — it was judgment.
He took a few steps forward.
The entire battlefield held its breath.
No one could resist.
This being stood above all.
The dragons stared at him.
> "Do you seek victory?" he asked, his voice low but echoing with unshakable power.
"Do you wish to make the world kneel?"
Silence followed.
Then, a tall, broad-shouldered dragon, flames curling from its mouth, asked:
> "Who are you?.. Why have you summoned us?"
He answered — calmly, yet his words pierced like blades:
> "I am the forgotten.
You have forgotten me.
But I have returned.
I offer you a chance."
He took a deep breath.
> "Accept my blood.
It will give you power.
But... it will change you.
Your genes will be rewritten.
This path has no return. Only forward."
The dragons remained still.
Their eyes held no fear — only doubt, awe, and an inner war.
The endless battle had worn them thin.
They craved power, but this power came with a price.
Then — he cut his ring finger.
Black and violet blood dripped onto the ground.
Each drop made the earth tremble.
Creatures hiding below the surface scurried away in fear.
This blood was not ordinary.
It was the ancient blood of the Dragon Emperor.
The dragons stepped forward.
The blood was offered.
They accepted it.
Then, he simply said:
> "Do not die."
And... he vanished.
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Centuries passed.
The war ended.
Races were shattered.
Many vanished entirely.
The dragons... changed.
A new generation emerged.
They lived longer.
They were stronger.
They carried secrets in their eyes.
This was — The Beginning of the Dragon Gene.
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One day... deep within the forgotten chamber of an underground empire — Kael was born.
His eyes — red and violet.
An unknown energy flowed through his body.
He was a new chapter.
But that chapter…
was yet to be opened.