The resonance of awakening spread far and wide, and in the heart of the Celestial Dragon Empire, the world itself trembled.
The imperial capital rested upon a floating continent of white jade and silver rivers, its palaces carved into the bones of slain ancient beasts. At its core, within the Hall of Eternal Scales, the Emperor sat upon a throne fashioned from a colossal dragon skull.
Every noble, every general, every elder in the court bore draconic traits—scales along the cheek, pupils slit like dragons, or claws peeking from their robes. They were all proud descendants of the Dragon Queen Tiamat, the very progenitor whose bloodline had made their empire the mightiest across galaxies.
But now, an impossible pressure descended upon them all.
One elder clutched his chest and fell to one knee, gasping. "That aura… no mistake… it is Her bloodline, the Progenitor herself. It has reawakened!"
