He kept muttering about the paradise he had always been aiming for, from the time he built the association, when he was in heaven, and finally the path to destroy the dark magician who controlled the dragon race.
Nothing, no place was paradise in his eyes. So what exactly was the paradise he had always been aiming for? Why did one person after another prevent him from reaching it?
Follow me, the eye of the world, and read the unfinished story of the purger of the sacred fire - Flauros