Far inside an amethyst castle within the Void Realm, a birthday was being celebrated for its young prince. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and laughing—lost in the warmth of the moment.
Completely oblivious.Completely unprepared for what was about to happen.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,happy birthday dear Soron, happy birthday to you.
Surrounded by his mother, father, and sister sat a seven-year-old boy with bright white hair and amethyst-purple eyes—eyes that seemed deep enough to swallow the world itself.
He took in a deep breath and blew out the candle.
"Are you ready for your present, my sweet boy?"The voice that carried across the room was gentle—almost angelic.
"I can't wait to see what it is!" Soron giggled, a smile brighter than the sun stretching across his face… only for it to falter into confusion moments later.
"Mom, what is this?" Soron asked, staring down at the box in disbelief.
A calm, deep voice answered him.
"Heh. You may not understand it now, son, but one day this will be the most valuable thing we have ever given you."
The words came from a man dressed in a black suit, his dark-white hair neatly kept, an eyepatch covering his left eye.
Inside the box rested a black blindfold, a silver dragon stitched along its left side.