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After the wars that shook the ancient continent ended, the apex predator dragons made a choice. To end the exhaustive warfare, thousands of dragons spread their wings simultaneously and left the continent. It was a historic mass migration toward a mysterious new continent across the ocean. In the wake of the dragons that once blackened the sky, the continent became the domain of humans. However, it was not perfect. Exactly twelve dragons remained behind, either failing to join the migration or refusing to leave. Their reasons for staying in the human world were all small and trivial. One was so captivated by the delicious food and culture of the human world that they didn't want to leave; another had a human lover, a friend, or a secret hideout to protect; and another was simply too lazy to move and went into hiding. Thus, they permeated every corner of the continent in human form (polymorph). And within this loose and precarious balance of coexistence, the coldest and most tumultuous prelude began. Into the sanctuary of Sylvan, a green dragon who crouched in the primordial forest of Arcana because even moving was a chore, the execution train of the Duke of Lovencrose—the empire's highest power—intruded. Framed as the 'blood of a devil who would ruin the family' and forced to take the fall for all the family's ugly corruption and sins, the youngest child of the Duke was thrown down the forest cliffs, covered in blood. Tonight, into the arms of the ancient green dragon who ruthlessly crushed intruders with thorn vines out of extreme contempt for humans, a small, cold 'lump of flesh' is gathered—hiding pure sorrow behind a venomous spite toward the world.