In the vast, magical realm of the Dragon world lies numerous rugged mountains, cloaked in mist that tower across the lands. Lush, green forests and crystal-clear lakes were abundant as far as the eye could see.

High up in the cloudy skies soared countless dragons, some in formations, some clad in armor, and some by themselves. Each of them had their own destination, be it the few imposing fortresses scattered across the realm or ancient ruins right out in the open.

A loud commotion was brewing in the nearby ruins. Amidst the tall, marble pillars ravaged by time was a group of dragons gathered around one burly but incredibly furious one.

"I will not stand for this indignity! I am Batzz, the future ruler of this realm, not some lowly servant!"

Sparks of dark electricity danced around him, yet the intimidating appearance only earned a mild scoff and some chuckles from his fellow dragons. One of them snidely commanded him to get to work, which he begrudgingly obliged.

The dark dragon Batzz was boiling with rage, wanting to lash out at the heathens who dared insult him so casually. But with an annoyed snarl, he went back to scrubbing the marble floor with a sponge and a bucket alone.