The battlefield was drowned in blood.
Mountains of corpses, rivers of fire, endless screams—this was the War of Chaos.
Dragons, demons, and countless warriors of every race tore one another apart.
There was no peace. No purpose.
Only power.
Only destruction.
But then—
the sky… split open.
⚡ From the black clouds, violet lightning struck.
A silence heavier than death devoured the battlefield.
And from the rift—two eyes appeared.
Eyes burning with black and violet flames.
Eyes that made even dragons tremble.
The earth quaked.
It was a colossal dragon, its wings stretching across the horizon, blotting out the sky.
No force could stand against it.
But then—its body ignited with black fire, collapsing into the form of a man.
Every step he took shook the world, as though the ancient predator within him had never left.
The armies froze.
Not a single blade dared to rise.
That man—the Forgotten Emperor—cut his finger.
Drops of black-violet blood fell to the ground, each one shaking the earth.
> "Do you desire victory?"
"Do you wish to make the world kneel?"
The ground split open.
The blood pulsed like living flame.
> "Then drink my blood. It will grant you power…
But it will consume you.
There is no return."
The dragons hesitated.
But hunger, desperation, and the thirst for dominion broke them.
One by one—they stepped forward.
One by one—they drank the blood.
The man's gaze was colder than eternity itself.
> "Do not die."
And with those words—he vanished.
---
Centuries passed.
The world changed.
Races fell. Empires crumbled.
But those who drank the blood… endured.
From their lineage, a new race was born.
A power whispered in fear and awe—
The Dragon Gene.
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Years rolled on, but Chaos never truly ended.
The great wars subsided, yet the world remained tainted with bloodshed.
Every empire, every kingdom fought endlessly for dominion.
Even the dragons fractured.
One clan splintered into countless small states, warring ceaselessly with one another.
The blood in their veins gave them not only strength—
but also the hunger to rule.
Their ancient glory had shattered.
What remained was endless strife.
Thousands of other races joined the struggle as well.
But no longer did wars engulf the entire world—
they were battles for land, crowns, and blood.
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In this age, in the heart of a small dragon empire, a child was born.
His eyes—glowing crimson.
His hair—white as if woven from stardust itself.
A searing red energy coursed through his veins, burning his body from within.
His name was Noa.
Noa, heir to the Nuxtar Empire.
Son of Emperor Zagn.
But Noa was different.
While other dragon children trained in combat, wielded blades, and bent fire to their will—
Noa cared for none of these things.
He spent his nights gazing at the stars, listening to silence.
The scent of rain, the whisper of the wind, the stillness of dawn—these were his joys.
> "Why must we always live in bloodshed?"
"Why is peace seen as weakness?"
"Who will ever understand me…?"
These questions weighed heavily on his heart.
His father—Zagn, Emperor of Nuxtar—repeated the same words to him each day:
> "You are a prince, Noa. One day, you will be emperor.
Be strong. Dedicate yourself to battle.
If not you—who will protect our people?"
But Noa remained silent.
For in his heart, no flames of war burned.
What stirred within him was something else—
a power born not of destruction, but of compassion.
He often sought refuge in the palace gardens.
There, among the trees and stars, he could simply be Noa.
Not a prince. Not the emperor's son.
Just a boy—alone with the sky.
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Yet the laws of the empire were merciless.
Those who bore dragon blood were destined for war.
Noa knew it. He could feel it.
For the blood running in his veins… was no ordinary blood.
It was the blood of the Forgotten Emperor.
He was still young, yet the power within him had already begun to stir.
And one day—it would awaken fully.
The world remained in chaos.
Empires fell, new ones rose.
Dragon clans clashed without end.
In such an age, Noa was not just another child.
He was the herald of a new era.
His path was yet unwritten.
But destiny had already chosen him.