In front of a city saturated by sin, where slaves are hanged for looking at the n.o.bles and were no commoner dare to come. A city filled with n.o.bles so corrupt and evil they would make demons look like saints. Capital of an empire with a cruel king and even crueler heir, they had conquered most of the world and wiped out most races that lived and after that, they turned to there own. In front of such a city appeared an old man.

The old man was tall, breaching 2 meters but he was forced to lean on his cane, age prevalent on his withered frame were one could see his bones under his bark-like skin. Once beautiful white hair now turned dull gray hanging down to his waist and horns that came from the sides of his skull broken midway in their curve. Eyes that once shone purple in resentment and sorrow now dulled by tiredness. His withered body only covered by an antique battle robe around his waist.

The old man closed in on the gate were one of the two guards protecting either side of the gate wanted to stop him, arrogance and disdain prevalent in his behavior as he overbearingly screamed at the old man. "f.u.c.k off Half-breed before I gut you".

The old man didn't even look at the guard as he swung his arm at his direction causing such wind pressure that it, not only killing the guard outright but destroying the enchanted wall's behind, the pressure not being blocked at all made a curve into the sky and parted the clouds.

The other guard couldn't even respond before the old man sends him a piercing gaze so sharp that it literally pierced his soul and blocking him from all possibilities of reincarnation.

This did not go unnoticed by the rest of the capital, as bells rang and more soldiers and Guards were making their way towards the old man. The old man slowly walked through the gates his steppes slow but steady, his gaze ignored the charging guards as his purple eyes looked upon the very timelines of the world, looking at all the horrors that have happened in this city. He saw, murder, **** at best and at worst things that could never be put into words, he saw nothing other than evil in this city.

As the soldiers stepped within ten meters of him, the old man said four words, his gruff voice cracked with age, "d.a.m.nation...Cracks The Sky", a terrifying aura burst from his person crus.h.i.+ng every soldier to dust those stronger like the captains were lucky and were merely crippled as their bones were broken by the aura, but the old man paid them no mind as he kept walking forward never stopping. The sky above the city had black cracks as if it would burst any moment by the amount of power it had to bear.

The old man made it to the gates of the scale were the king of this empire lived, in front of the gates stood the only being in this empire that could stand while under the old man's pressure. The greatest warrior of the empire, Hubert Oakguard.

Hubert trembled as he lied eye's on the old man, he knew that this was no normal person but a legend, a myth in the story's told by n.o.bility to scare their children even he himself was told these stories when he was but a young boy and it caused him nightmares for years, but humans never learn nor they do not believe what they do not see. This old man had many t.i.tles, The Dragon Of d.a.m.nation, Cursed Demon or what the n.o.bles like to call him The Scourged.

Hubert was petrified cursing his and everybody in the city's sins for bringing this calamity to there door, how stupid they were, but there was nothing they could do because before him, stood that very frightful Myth, Dragon King Mournomon, last dragon of Altmaria(This world).

Humans had hunted dragons for years and had finally blundered when they thought they had killed everyone, how could they have known that there was still one more dragon slumbering after causing mayhem to the world ten thousand years before. A dragon that breathed resentment and brought sorrow who other dragons had persuaded over thousands of years to sleep for he had nearly wiped the world of all that was alive.

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The old man kept walking until he pa.s.sed Hubert, not even glancing at him as he made his way to the castle. Hubert felt humiliated and mustered all his courage to turn around a strike at the old man only for his vision to go black and for his life to end, never knowing how he died.

The old man stood in the middle of the castle's courtyard not wis.h.i.+ng to walk any further, he had seen enough. He brought his cane up into the air and slammed it down causing the stone underneath to shatter the blow was so heavy that the cracks spread for kilometers and the ground sank. The old man lifted his head and spread his arms and screamed as purple-black flame engulfed him and spread out. The flames spared nothing as they turned to dust everything they touched after a few seconds the flames receded back into the old man and just like that the capital disappeared from the face of the earth.

The old man turned in the direction of a mountain and walked towards it.

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Reaching the mountain he saw a giant cave that was once the home of two dragons that gave birth to a dragon that made the world tremble in fear. Transforming into his true form, an old man no longer but an ancient dragon, he walked into the cave and lied down, his head's once majestic horse either chipped or broken, his black scales that shone purple in the light of the sun now a dull with gray patches here and there.

The dragon laid his head on the ground as he was overtaken by weariness and a desire to sleep. His last thoughts, "Too bad I couldn't burn this world in its entirety".

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In the Gremory residence, Mournomons room.

Mournomon jerked awake and sat up his hands holding his face his breathing rough, slowly he came down, "Just a dream" he thought before lying back down to continue sleeping, "What a s.h.i.+tty dream" was his thoughts before drifting back to sleep.