It was many and many a year ago, a time of kings and queens, where the monarchy ruled supreme, and gods were a myth. Men believed themselves to be the pinnacle of power; a force like none other in the entire metaverse. Drunk in pride and intoxicated by ego men thought themselves gods, and wholeheartedly believed this to be so. Each passing moment, they grew - ever more confident in themselves and in their self-proclaimed ascension to divinity. They ruled as such, believing nothing could stand in their way until that which they never imagined stood in their way.
With eyes bright blue as flames, and gleaming scales sharp as golden swords, the Dragon Guardian of the 7th dungeon stood before the kings of men, staring down at their puny mortal flesh, with an expressionless face as though they posed no threat at all. While on an expedition to conquer one of the many ancient dungeons, the kings of men stumbled upon a divine beast they never thought existed.
The dungeon challengers knew in an instant that death stood before them and there was absolutely nothing they could do. At that moment everything they believed crumbled before their eyes and their mortality rather than divinity couldn"t be any clearer. As they stood petrified, completely succumbed to their imminent fate, the Dragon Guardian utterly ignored them, turned his back on them, and fell into a slumber. An act of mercy? No! The dragon guardian, with no words at all, told the kings of men they were not even worth killing. An act that sparked the beginning of the end.
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