Dawn of Legends

And from the depths of the mountains, in the time when the Architect was absent, there arose mighty beings, creatures of great power and will.

In the West, from the caverns of stone and fire, the dragons of destruction were born, and their hearts burned with the fury of ages past.

For these dragons were not mere beasts, but the reincarnations of the Demon Kings, their souls reborn into bodies of scale and flame, their wrath unquenched, their hunger for dominion unchanged.

And as they beheld the lands of mortals and immortals alike, they loosed their fury upon the world, bringing destruction upon the kingdoms of the West.

The cities of men were razed, their towers crumbled to dust, and those who dwelled within them were cast into misery.

Some among the mortals were bound in chains, some were taken as slaves, and others were made as breeders, their lives spent in torment, that the dragons might create more of their kind.

And so did the Age of Terror begin, and the land wept beneath the weight of fire and shadow.

But in the East, from the rivers and sacred waters, the serpentine dragons were born, and they beheld the world not with malice, but with wisdom and curiosity.

They did not war against the mortals, nor did they seek dominion, but instead, they took the form of man and woman, walking among the people in secret.

And though they had the power to rule, they chose instead to observe, seeking to understand the ways of those who built and tilled the land.

And among the demons, who dwelled upon the land unknown to the gods, there was prosperity and strife alike.

For though many sought to build their own kingdoms in peace, others coveted power, and so did the bloodlines war among themselves in great civil conflicts.

But even in war, the balance of the world was not undone, and though kingdoms rose and fell, order remained.

Yet time itself grew sluggish, for with the Architect absent from the heavens, the world no longer advanced as it once had.

The ages did not change with haste, nor did the hands of mortals craft new wonders, for the fire of invention burned dim, and the march of time grew slow.

And the gods, who ruled in the West, beheld the wrath of the dragons and could not ignore it, for the war had come to their doorstep.

The dragons of the West soared high above the clouds, waging war against the divine kingdom, seeking to lay ruin upon those who had once imprisoned them in ages past.

And Yggdrasil, the World Mother, beheld the suffering of her people and raised her hands to shield them.

But even as she stood, her King took up his sword and stood beside her, unshaken and unafraid, for his strength was bound to hers, and together, their power was unmatched.

And as the heavens and earth trembled with war, the mortals of the West cried out for deliverance, yet no answer came from the Architect, for He was not there to intervene.

And so did the Age of Terror take root, and the world was plunged into fire and war, its fate yet unwritten.