The winds howled above the peaks of Ashen.
The earth trembled, the mountains groaned, as if the world itself feared what was about to awaken.
Deep within a forgotten chasm — buried beneath layers of stone and ancient magic — a long-dormant aura began to stir.
Runic chains, forged at the dawn of time, cracked one after another.
The draconic light that once sealed the place faded, devoured by an even older darkness.
A low rumble echoed through the kingdom's roots.
Then, a voice rose — deep, resonant, filled with timeless wrath.
> "...After all this time… I am finally free."
A wave of energy swept through the cavern, shattering seals and crushing ancient crystals.
Two golden eyes ignited in the shadows, burning with untouched hatred.
The ground collapsed beneath the weight of his power.
This was no mere dragon — but a fallen god, a being whose will had once shaken the heavens themselves.
His name, forgotten by mortals, still haunted the nightmares of the ancients: Draegon, the Scourge of Ages.
His body resembled the dragons of Ashen, yet his aura defied comprehension.
Each heartbeat made the entire realm quiver.
Golden and black flames coiled around him, warping the air, corrupting the magic that surrounded him.
> "They chained me… me, the purest of their kind.
They chose weakness over truth…
But I saw it — the humans are a mistake."
All around him, the ruins shook.
The dragons most attuned to mana raised their heads, shivers crawling down their spines.
Even the Dragon King, far above in his mountain palace, felt the ancient power rise once more — and his blood turned cold.
An ancient evil had awakened.
Draegon unfurled his wings slowly, scattering showers of blazing sparks.
His gaze turned upward, toward the surface — toward a world he hadn't seen in eons.
A cruel, majestic smile curved his lips.
> "Tremble, children of flame and flesh…
For the Fallen God has returned to claim what is his."
A roar burst forth — so mighty it split the skies of Ashen.
The heavens ignited.
Mountains wept rivers of molten fire.
And in the distance, Ryo felt it — that cold, boundless aura spreading across the realm like a storm ready to consume everything.