In ancient times when right or wrong was decided through power, an Ivory Dragon lived, who was feared but feared nothing. The dragon thought the weak did not deserve life and turned their dough into stone if one ever dare to look into the dragon's eyes. The world is in the palm of the dragon's hands as the floating four eyes see beyond thousand miles, the two clairvoyant eyes vision beyond a millennium.

Despite your trembling knees, you dared to stand before them with quivering knees. It was a pathetic, pitiful sight. Their gaze pierced you, amusement playing at the corners of their lips—a rare sight indeed. “Look at me, weak one,” Longan taunted, tilting your chin with disdain.