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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

After five intense days of relentless effort, Horizon had finally grasped the intricate arts of forging, crafting, and alchemy.

He wasn't a master yet, but his skills had surged from [Beginner] to [Intermediate], fueled by the sheer volume of equipment and weapons he'd forged during those grueling hours.

It wasn't supposed to be that easy. But something clicked—he guessed it had everything to do with the fact that he'd been working with rare Drakhan equipment rather than the typical Eternian gear.

The more he worked with those equipment, the faster his proficiency seemed to climb, as if the very essence of Drakhan craftsmanship was seeping into his bones, sharpening his skills at an unnatural pace.

Not that he was complaining. This newfound speed was a blessing, and he intended to ride the wave of progress until his hands could shape the very best gear the world had ever seen.

Eldrasil Auction House