There are stories the world forgets on purpose. Not because they are weak, but because they are too dangerous to remember. Before the first king bent his knee to a crown, before even gods erected their temples in the stolen breath of men, there was Earth.
Raw.
Wild.
Endless.
And at the heart of it, breathing smoke and stone in modern day Korea, was Daegon.
A titan.
A dragon born not from the heavens or starlight, but from the molten sigh of the world itself.
He wasn't created to rule, or to conquer. He simply was—the world's first and last line of defense, a breathing promise that no god would ever rape the soil or chain the sky without consequence.
Daegon was not a creature of compassion, nor cruelty. He was balance in its purest, ugliest form.
When arrogant spirits tried to carve rivers into cages for their vanity, Daegon shattered their existence and ground their arrogance into dust.
