ROAR!
A black obsidian dragon with golden eyes spread its wings—over twenty meters wide—while its body stretched to fifteen meters in length. It radiated an unspeakable aura that devoured all things. It was like an insatiable star, consuming the light and energy of every other celestial body.
Though its eyes gleamed with gold, they carried a righteous aura. Yet, within their deepest depths, a terrifying devouring power swirled. The energy it emitted was not that of a mere royal or emperor—it was primordial, ancient, as though he were the Progenitor of all Dragons. Within his very being, thunder, sword, blood, and death spiraled in the core of his essence.
He is the wings that shadow the sun.
He is the wrath that devours time and gods alike.
He is the Devouring Dragon.
This dragon stood amidst more than ten Draconic figures—all of whom lowered their heads, paying homage to their emperor.
