In the Dragon Realm — a kingdom of emerald skies and volcanic fire — the throne room of obsidian burned with silence. The towering hall was carved from the bones of the first sky-serpent, and atop its throne of scorched scales sat Zhel-Vorah, the Dragon Emperor.
His golden irises narrowed as he watched a swirling pool of memory, Jin's peaceful life flashing across it — reading books in the courtyard, laughing with Lia under the Moonshade Tree, smiling beside Eva and Han Jin-Hyuk, sharing quiet tea with Athena.
Zhel-Vorah scoffed.
"So soft. So content. I gave you time, Jin," he muttered. "But instead of rising… you rest."
He stood, his cloak of dragonhide trailing behind like a creeping storm. A door opened behind the throne — black stone groaned like a dragon's growl — revealing a chamber cloaked in shadows, chains humming with ancient, cursed magic.
At the center, a man was bound in coils of molten dragonsteel, his silver-blue hair cascading like broken moonlight, head hanging.
Zhel-Vorah stepped close.
"It's time," he said. "Time to take revenge on your brother… for killing your mother."
He raised his clawed hand. The chains shuddered. Eyes opened.
Lucias awakened.
Blue eyes glowed like a frozen storm.
Meanwhile, a gentle moonlight filtered through the windows of the quiet Lunar Castle. Outside, the stars blinked in serenity, their ancient watch undisturbed. Inside, within the grand study lined with celestial scrolls and tomes of lost aeons, Jin sat in silence. His cloak wrapped loosely around him, and on his shoulder rested the sleeping figure of Lia — the one who reminded him what peace felt like.
She breathed softly, curled close to his chest. Jin kept a hand around her waist, protectively. The warmth between them was not merely of flesh but of two souls who had chosen each other after being scarred by gods, betrayal, and fate.
His other hand turned a page. The ancient tome he studied shimmered with a strange light — words flickering between languages known and forgotten. The heading read: True Heaven: The Origin of All Order.
Jin's golden eyes narrowed. He opened it, frowning.
Nyreth leaned over.
"Where did you find that?" he whispered, eyes narrowing.
"Here. It was hidden behind volumes on celestial linguistics."
"That's not supposed to exist…"
He swallowed and turned to the page Jin had opened.
"This… is about the True Heaven."
Silence fell.
Nyreth closed her eyes.
"In the Great Primordial War, the True Heaven — the first realm of balance — was shattered. Half fell into despair and became the True Horror Domain. The other became the Lunar World… where dreams and silence reigned.
The remaining core was corrupted — No longer a divine… but diseased."
Just then, a pulse trembled through reality itself. Like a stone dropped into a still lake, it rippled through space.
Nyreth looked at the door. Her expression was grave.
"He's here."
Lia also wake up.
Eres and Nyxses — always prepared — burst through the doors, wings unfurling in combat stance. The guards flooded the fields. All eyes lifted.
Descending from the clouds was a man of elegance and power, with long blue hair, glowing eyes like frozen lakes, and a calm smile twisted with mystery.
He landed softly on the stone, surrounded by mist.
He smiled, almost melancholic. "So we meet, brother.
"My name is Lucias," he said, "first-born of Abyss… and the final dream."
Jin stepped forward, brows furrowed.
"Who sent you?"
"Who else?" Lucias replied, tilting his head. "Our father. Your crime… is being alive.
With a snap of his fingers, dragons erupted from the rift behind him — monstrous, twisted, dreaming beasts with roars that shattered light.
Jin's heart pounded.
"Lia, take everyone into the castle."
Lia shouted. "No I will not leave."
Jin gently moved Lia's head, placing a kiss on her forehead. She stirred, eyes fluttering open. "Jin...?"
He smiled softly. "Stay here. Protect the castle."
But Lia sat up, gripping his hand. "Don't do this alone."
"I won't. I'm not the man who walks alone anymore," he whispered, and for a moment, their foreheads touched — a silent vow.
Lia still grabbed his hand. "Then promise me you will come back soon."
Jin smiled. "Yes I will.''
He raised his hand. A massive Celestial Shield flared around the castle. Then he turned to Nyreth, Eres, and Nyxses.
Without warning, dragons burst from rifts behind Lucias — ancient, divine, forged in realms beyond reason. Nyreth, Nyxses, and Eres appeared in flashes of war-light.
Jin raised his hand.
"Protect the castle. I'll handle him."
Lia watched from the tower, hands clenched over her heart.
Jin used God's gaze.
[ Power level: Supirior than you]
[ Ability: Foredream]
The world cracked.
Steel collided with stars, and the battlefield screamed with collapsing realities.
Jin stood amidst a ruined sky, cloak flaring like a storm of shadows, eyes glowing with divine supremacy. Lucias hovered before him — a cold, cruel smile on his face, wreathed in silver dreamfire, wielding a spear forged from forgotten futures.
Their powers clashed like gods tearing pages from the script of existence.
Jin weaved through time itself — vanishing, reappearing behind Lucias with a blade forged from causality itself. "Chrono Tyranny: Severance!" he roared.
His sword sliced through the future — a cut that should have ended the battle.
But Lucias tilted his head… already gone.
Jin's blade passed through air.
Then—
"Behind you," Lucias whispered.
A gust of silence.
Crack.
Lucias's foot buried itself in Jin's ribs, sending him spiraling into a rift in the sky.
He skidded through collapsing matter, coughing blood.
"How—" Jin's voice trembled. "You… moved before I even acted."
Lucias walked forward calmly, dragging his spear along the fractured ground.
"Of course I did," he said. "I've seen your every move… long before you make them."
The realization stabbed into Jin's chest like frost:
Lucias wasn't just predicting his attacks — he had already experienced them.
Lucias's voice dropped.
"My power… is called Foredream," he said. "I dream every possibility before it happens. I fight in those dreams. I master every path you might take. And then, when we meet in reality…"
He stepped into Jin's space.
"…I simply choose the path where I win."
Jin's breath caught.
A power beyond precognition. Beyond time. It was experience before causality — a dream-space where failure was filtered out and victory was selected like a scene from a theater.
But Jin wasn't done.
His voice sharpened. Cold. Immovable.
"Then I'll rewrite the play."
And he raised his hand.
"Omnikinesis."
Space warped.
Destiny turned inside out.
Lucias's dreamscript twisted — his own spear turned in his hands and impaled him in the side. Concept reversed and cracked. The terrain inverted, becoming an impossible ocean of crystal time.
For a moment — just a breath — Jin had the upper hand.
But Lucias didn't even flinch.
He vanished again — and reappeared behind Jin's back, his palm outstretched.
"I dreamed this too," he whispered. He grabbed Jin's arm.
"Domain Shift."
The world shattered.
They emerged in a world of silence and colorless domain — a sky stitched with glass threads, earth made of liquid memory, and the sun pulsing like a sleeping eye.
Here, Lucias's presence was overwhelming.
He stood above the clouds, taller, crowned in ribbons of thought, eyes filled with galaxies.
"Welcome to my domain," he said softly. "Where dreams are absolute."
Jin landed on bent knees.
The pressure was unbearable — every movement slowed. Thoughts echoed and overlapped. His limbs bent slightly the wrong way, forced into Lucias's dream-logic.
Lucias raised a single hand.
The entire domain shifted.
A blade of nightmare thought stabbed through Jin's chest.
He gasped, staggered.
Lucias whispered."Here, I am not dreaming. I am writing. Every law, every consequence… is mine to command."
The ground Jin stood on turned to nothing. His own body began to transform — becoming one of Lucias's dream soldiers.
But then—
The void answered.
"Lord of Infinite Collapse."
A crack tore across the air — not through space, but through meaning.
The dream stilled. The sun blinked and died.
Lucias staggered backward.
"No…"
The laws of the domain began to unravel.
Jin rose from the collapsing thought-matter, his eyes now voidal orbs of endless collapse.
"I devour what was never meant to be," Jin said. "Even dreams that never became real."
Lucias summoned ten thousand blades — all from his perfected paths.
Jin whispered:
"Chrono Tyranny: Absolute Annihilation"
Time froze.
All ten thousand blades hovered… and then dissolved into dust.
Lucias screamed — the dream tried to flee its own master.
Jin stepped forward.
He raised his hand again.
Lucias was turned inside out — not physically, but conceptually. His title, his powers, even his name began to collapse inward.
But the Dream Tyrant was not done.
Lucias's voice rose in defiance. "I will not yield—I've already won this fight in a thousand dreams!"
Jin's smile was calm.
"And in none of those… did you face me at my full truth."
He floated above Lucias, wrapped in voidfire, eyes piercing all causality.
"You dreamed of victory. I became its death."
Everything folded.
Lucias's domain cracked — its skies melted into whispers. Its sun died. Its logic failed.
Jin didn't attack.
He simply stood — and unmade the right to dream.
Lucias screamed as he was stripped down to a thought, then a shadow, then not even a memory.