"Where... am I?"
A young child, no more than three or four years old, stood alone. His hair was black as midnight, his eyes a shimmering gold—yet those small, luminous eyes were clouded with confusion.
Suddenly, the boy remembered something.
He had been reincarnated… into a world where dragons had gone extinct, slaughtered by an unknown enemy. He had met the Devouring Dragon God, who had granted him this second chance at life.
He carried the bloodline of the Devouring Dragon, a Progenitor Dragon—one of the primal beings. He had once created a palace, and with the help of the system, he had grown powerful… powerful enough to comprehend Laws. The name of the land?
Origin Continent.
Kaidros. Ski. Zephyr. Stryx. Noctheria. Blaze.
He still remembered those names. They echoed like distant voices in his mind.
