The-Dragon-Saga

⟡ CHAPTER I — THE EARTHBREAKER ⟡
Before the first dawn, before flame learned to rise, the world trembled beneath a pressure older than time. Deep within the molten dark, a force clawed against the weight of creation itself. Stone cracked. Magma surged. The earth screamed as something ancient tore its way upward. The churning core, the Dragon King erupted into existence — a being of fire, ruin, and unyielding will. His claws split the bedrock, his wings unfurled against the ash‑filled sky, and the runes burning in his chest ignited with the power of the world’s birth. Mountains bowed. Storms recoiled. The realm itself bent to his awakening.
He did not rise to claim a throne. His rising created one.
The Obsidian Throne was the scar left behind — a monument to the force that broke the earth open.

⟡ CHAPTER II — THE OBSIDIAN THRONE ⟡
When the fire dimmed and the ash began to fall, the world saw what it had birthed.
From the wound in the earth rose a throne of jagged stone, black as the void and veined with molten light. Upon it sat the Dragon King — the first ruler of ruin — his gaze burning through the smoke of creation.
The throne was not crafted; it was crystallized from the pressure of his presence.
Each shard of obsidian bore the memory of his roar; each crack glowed with the heat of his ascent. The chains that hung from its arms were forged from the remnants of mountains that dared resist him.
And so began the Age of Dominion.
The Dragon King did not speak; the world itself obeyed. Rivers turned to fire, skies to shadow, and the runes in his chest pulsed with the rhythm of a new order — one born from destruction, sustained by fear, and crowned in flame.

⟡ The saga continues with every drop. New chapters awaken soon. ⟡