The world remembered only fragments of the ancient Dragon Dynasty, its history buried beneath centuries of lies and broken legends. Among the forgotten names was Azrael, a dragon born beneath a blood moon and sealed before her true power could awaken. The seal drained her aura, concealed her lineage, and reduced her presence to that of a frail, unimpressive hatchling. Every clan that glimpsed her dismissed her as the weakest dragon to hatch in generations, unaware that the fading markings beneath her scales hid the crest of the lost Dragon Prince. In a previous life, she had poured every ounce of her heart into another dragon. Countless days had been spent nurturing his strength, gathering rare treasures, enduring dangerous trials, and sacrificing everything so his wings could stretch farther than any other. The dragon she raised eventually became one of the strongest creatures in existence, admired by kingdoms and feared across the land. Yet the greatest betrayal arrived not from strangers but from blood. Her sister coveted the powerful dragon she had created and stole him without remorse. Together they abandoned the one who had forged his strength, turning admiration into mockery and loyalty into cruelty. The dragon who once followed her every step now stood proudly beside the sister who claimed him as if he had never belonged elsewhere. Death became the end of one lifetime but the beginning of another. When fate granted her another chance, she abandoned every lingering attachment to the past. She ignored the dragons praised by every noble family and refused to chase those with dazzling reputations. Instead, her attention settled upon a forgotten hatchling resting alone beneath shattered temple ruins. Azrael's scales appeared dull, her breathing was weak, and ancient chains of glowing runes wrapped tightly around her body. Every instinct warned others to avoid her, believing she carried nothing but misfortune. She saw something entirely different. Hidden beneath the fading seal rested immeasurable power, impossible dignity, and a lonely soul waiting centuries for someone capable of seeing beyond appearances. Without hesitation, she chose Azrael, unknowingly binding her fate to the true Dragon Prince whose awakening would one day shake every kingdom that had laughed at the weakest dragon alive