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“Come not between the Dragon and his Wrath.”  
— William Shakespeare


The year was 2140, and Earth was nothing but a distant memory. Humanity now drifted through the galaxies aboard colossal ARKs, massive skyships that served as the last bastions of civilization. 

Yet, these ARKs were more than just floating cities; they were humanity’s last containers, preserving what remained of their species.

A century before Earth's final collapse, humanity discovered a gateway to a realm known as Eternia — a fantastical world straight out of myth and legend. 

Reaching this realm required more than just advanced technology; it demanded a complete departure from the physical body and entry into a mysterious process known as the Dream Weave.

In the present day, Cloud lived aboard ARK NO. 427, where he had been training from a young age to step into the Dream Weave. He was a standout among his peers, excelling in every tasks that came his way. 

Everything seemed to be on track for him — until the pivotal day of the Class Selection process.

I Only Tame Dragons

The dragon recoiled slightly, growling in defiance, but something in Horizon's voice — cold, commanding — made it hesitate.

The young dragon hissed, still clinging to its draconic pride. "What nonsense are you spouting, mortal?! I serve only the mighty Kuxcoatl, He Who Ascended, the Master of Change . . . I will never bow to some mortal filth!"

Horizon's eyes narrowed. "So be it, then."

Without another word, his twin scimitars flashed, severing the dragon's head cleanly. The creature's massive body slumped, and Horizon immediately activated [Death Wyrm], summoning the dragon's soul.

He had only one chance to bind it. He couldn't fail.

But even in death, the dragon's spirit resisted. The ethereal form snarled, refusing to submit, and with a shattering roar, the soul splintered into fragments, dissolving into the sky, out of reach, returning to the blood moon.

Looting the Lost