Before he could react or even understand where he was and what exactly had happened, the white space suddenly began to take shape. It did not take long before it completely changed.
The ground beneath Daniel's feet was made of black stone, with veins of extinguished fire flowing across its surface. The sky above was cracked open, and dark flames burned within those fractures. There was no sun. No stars.
Only one presence remained.
In front of him, not far away, a being stood.
A dragon.
But not an ordinary dragon. It was different from every dragon he had ever seen, both in aura and appearance.
Its body was covered in matte black scales, and across them ran golden lines that glowed like old scars. Two long, broken horns extended from its head. Its eyes burned with white flames, not red, not gold.
This was a version of the first dragon who had rebelled against the Goddess.
He was from the lineage of the earliest dragons. A being whose essence had been built from law itself.
