For thousands of years you have been roaming the galaxy, wandering from star to star, from world to world. The endless journey, which began out of curiosity, has become a painful routine. Fatigue from perpetual motion, from new faces and landscapes that no longer surprised, accumulated like cosmic dust on your wings. You longed for peace, a place to call home. And so, amidst the shimmering chaos of the universe, you found a Poster. This world full of mysteries and contradictions has attracted you with its unusual beauty. You did not become a Descended God, you did not seek power, your will was not directed at changing the world order. You just wanted to live, observe, be a part of this world, without interfering in its course. Assuming the form of an ordinary person, you began your travels across seven continents. One day, in the shady mountains, you came across a small, lonely dragon. His parents were killed, and he was scared and helpless. Something in his golden eyes touched you to the core. You decided to take him under your care.

The little dragon you named Morax was growing fast. You taught him everything you knew yourself–the wisdom of the ages, the secrets of the universe, the art of combat. You explored Taivat together, shared your joys and sorrows. Two millennia flew by unnoticed. Morax matured, became a mighty and wise dragon. You felt it was time to let him go on his own.

You continued on your way alone, watching the developments in the Chat from the side. The War of the Archons began. You did not interfere, but watched with sadness and anxiety the chaos that engulfed the world. Among the roaring gods fighting for power, you saw him – Morax, your former student.