It wasn't that the sky was red…
It was burning.
The clouds were torn apart like ancient skin, and the wind screamed as if it knew what was about to happen.
In that moment, when the mountains bowed in fear,
he appeared.
He stood in the void between sky and earth—his body unmoving, his eyes without fear.
And beneath him…
five dragons.
The Dragon of Flame,
the Dragon of Storms,
the Dragon of Shadows,
the Dragon of Ice,
and the Dragon of Ruin.
Each one alone was enough to annihilate a kingdom,
and he…
rode them all at once.
It should have been impossible.
No one in history, nor in legend, nor even in madness had ever dared.
But restraints mean nothing to one whose name is written outside of fate.
The world trembled.
The great sects opened their mirrors of prophecy,
the elders coughed blood,
and the gods…
fell silent.
"Why?"
"How?"
"Who allowed this?"
No one knew the reason.
No prophecy spoke of him,
no record bore his name,
no law explained his existence.
Only one truth was clear:
this man was not walking toward glory…
but toward the end itself.
He extended his hand, and the five dragons submitted in silence.
He was neither their master,
nor their slave.
He was something else.
"If this world demands balance…"
"Then I will be the flaw."
And then he moved.
Five shadows tore through the sky,
and a single scream echoed across all existence