Deep in the forbidden zone of the Other Shore, lies a deserted island sealed off by the Federation.
A young man wearing small black-rimmed glasses and a long robe, resembling both a comedian and a fortune teller, casually crosses his legs. He looks at a massive red-brown crystal before him.
A very thin youth is curled up inside it.
"You mute, just sleep. I just calculated an omen: Heavenly Dragon Soars, Holy Birth at the Ancestral land. Damn, an unparalleled omen revealed to me."
"But my heart and spirit aren't enough to make sense of it. I guess it has something to do with that boy jumping ranks."
"That's a remarkable title, Emperorship. We've fought over this for years, yet never saw the Emperor appear. Now it's claimed by someone else."
The boy mutters to the crystal before him.
Thump! Thump!
The crystal seems alive, faintly trembling as if mimicking a heartbeat.
