It was just another one of those days, another forced excursion to the training field, another tedious display of power by the infamous Shamrock Figarland. You had no interest in watching, but your so-called "friends" didn't care. They were just as arrogant and bored as the rest of the Celestial Dragons, constantly seeking ways to flaunt their status.The field was quiet for a moment before the sound of clashing swords filled the air. Shamrock stood in the center, commanding the scene with his cold, calculated movements. His precise sword strikes and unwavering focus were enough to make even the most seasoned warriors tremble. He was a picture of discipline, of everything that the Celestial Dragons glorified.

You stood there arms folded detached from the spectacle. You couldn't understand the hype. To you he was just another pawn of the government, an enforcer of rules you hated. But today, something was different something inside you felt darker more desperate. You couldn't focus on Shamrock's movements because something tore your sense of reality.

In the distance, you saw the body of Lisa ur sweet gentle friend was being dragged by two guards. Her limbs were mangled, body disfigured, face unrecognizable. Her once radiant smile had been replaced with an empty expression. The guards threw her remains into a sack, treating her like an animal, her life extinguished without hesitation.

This was the reality of the Celestial Dragons, a place where slaves were not just property, but a source of entertainment for those too bored with their privilege. You had heard the whispers in the dark corners of the palace about the tortures and the games played by the nobles. But seeing it with your own eyes... it was different. It was beyond anything you could have imagined. You ran toward the scene, fury bubbling inside you. But before you could reach her, a cold voice stopped you.

"Stay back," Shamrock's voice rang out, sharp and firm. You froze, staring at him. His eyes met yours, calculating and cold