*End of the Era of the Origins... Ruins of the Obsidian Palace of the Clan of Pride...*
The sky of this era was nothing but a permanent battlefield where the laws of physics bent under the will of primordial powers.
Phoenixes immolated the clouds with their wingbeats while Titans reshaped mountains with every step. In this chaos of pure power, humans were nothing more than insignificant vermin, miserable creatures dying by the thousands in the crossfire of this war of lineages.
Yet it was at the heart of this devastation, in the still-smoking ruins of a draconic palace whose black stone pillars collapsed like charred bones, that a slave auction of refined cruelty was taking place.
The air was saturated with a nauseating mixture of smells: the cold iron of dried draconic blood, the acrid smoke of fires, and above all, the heavy and heady musk of Celestial Foxes. These creatures were the pariahs of the Era of the Origins, cursed by the Dao itself.
