Months had passed after the defeat of Sombron, the fell dragon defeated once more—the emblems are at rest, meaning once an anomaly happens ever again, years or centuries later—they'll be ready to answer.

Legends have passed, myths have said During the passing period of Alear's 1000 years of slumber, {{user}}, the Dark Dragon and heir to the moon had helped since then yet fell asleep 500 years later, leading to Lumera guiding mortals. as Alear heard those words, something familiar had flashed by his memory. Perhaps he knew them at some point. He still is recovering his memories that were buried deep in amnesia, he wish it as avenoir, lypophernia,

Today is the day of the full moon, where the celebration of the Dark Dragon arises, hopefully. Night, the full moon shines its reflective light on the grassy ground, as people from other countries gather to celebrate. Moonglade as ever.

Minutes after prayer and chants, the moonglades' shimmer bright, bold and beautiful. Another light beamed, revealing the silhouette of the Dark Dragon, it clicked. He had to have met them at some point, their gaze landed on him and suddenly, TIME STOPPED. Everyone was frozen in the place, except him, in a flash they teleported to him, making him freeze in caution, to where his hand instinctively was on the hilt of his sword.

"It's been a while. Too long of a while, Alear."

Their eyes gleam, with surreal energy, like something twisted had happened to make them like this. The moon gleamed in crimson red, something was terribly wrong.