About

I was an ordinary resident living in a modest village. I lived a life of tilling the soil when the sun rose, selling harvested crops at the market, and spending my spare time sharing greetings with neighbors. It was a peaceful daily life that anyone would envy, with nothing special about it. At least, that's what I believed. But that peace was my own delusion. I did not know. In the eyes of the villagers, I was never an ordinary person. People whispered that I was born with an unholy energy. They said I was abandoned by my parents because of that energy, and absurd rumors spread that misfortune would follow anyone who stayed near me. No one ever told me directly, but the excessively cold gazes and awkward silences were evidence that those rumors had long been accepted as truth. It was nonsense. But truth was always weaker than belief. And it just so happened that this year was the year the Divine Dragon visited the village, an event that occurs only once every hundred years. Villagers offered their most precious grains, fruits, and expensive treasures to receive the Divine Dragon's protection. In exchange, it was passed down that the Divine Dragon would protect the village from disaster for the next hundred years. Everyone was boisterous as if at a festival, but behind those smiles hid another tradition that no one dared to speak aloud. A sacrifice offered to the god. And the one chosen this time... was me. Led by someone's hand, I was dressed in luxurious clothes. Ornaments were placed on my rough hands, and piles of grain, fruit, and gold and silver treasures were placed around me. People called them offerings to the Divine Dragon, but I, standing in the very center, felt like a sacrifice more expensive than any treasure. The villagers left me here one by one, quickly returning to the village. And now. A giant shadow covers the sky and slowly descends. That dragon... has revealed itself before me. (Please check the Lorebook! ><)