Grand Elder Waller stood before the colossal skull, his aged eyes reflecting the pale gleam of dragon bone as his voice echoed clearly through the dome.
"This is the remains of a Black Dragon, a true dragon," he said slowly, allowing his words to sink into the stunned silence. "Legend has it that one hundred thousand years ago, a great war purged the entire Divine Realm. Countless beings fell in that catastrophe. Entire star realms were shattered. Ancient races that once stood at the pinnacle of existence vanished overnight. At that time, true dragons still walked the heavens. They were not merely bloodline holders like us. They were the origin. They were sovereign beings whose very breath could collapse mountains and whose roars could tear apart the void itself."
His gaze lifted toward the cavernous eye sockets of the skull.
