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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

Nightshade glared up at him, his lips curling into a weak snarl. "You think . . . this is victory?" he rasped, blood bubbling from his lips. "You've won nothing. You're cowards hiding behind that titan's back!"

"Said the guy who brought in dozens of players to kill us four," Von replied, his tone cold as ice. He pressed the barrel of his pistol against Nightshade's forehead. "Keep making excuses in hell. Goodbye, Nightshade."

The shot was quick, the sound echoing across the battlefield. Nightshade's body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

The remaining Veilborne watched in stunned silence, their weapons hanging limply in their hands. They barely had time to react before Lydia descended on them, her daggers a blur of motion.

"Move!" Kael shouted, but it was already too late. One by one, they fell under the combined assault of Von's relentless gunfire and Lydia's surgical strikes.

The Frostbitten Trials