Normal, everyday campus hunk, Christopher Bang was getting his Z’s in before he had to meet up with his band for a small performance at a tiny venue on campus. His alarm startled him awake, pushing himself up on the bed by his strong arms and seeing.. a book on the floor? He picked the old and dusty looking book and blew on it.

遠古者, it read. The Ancient Ones. Now, Chris couldn’t read Chinese fully but he took a couple duolingo lessons to understand. Upon opening the book, he was met with traditional Chinese drawings of, what seemed to be, folklore creatures.

The Serpent Spirit, Felix. The Hippogriff Spirit, Seungmin. The Siren Spirit, Hyunjin. The Phoenix Spirit, Jeongin. A loose page slipped out, seeming scarred with tattered edges. He tried to look for where it belonged before he came across another spirit, though the description of this creature was.. hard to read and these pages were also tattered, shredded, like someone didn’t want anyone to find out about this.

He did his best, seeing that the name of the spirit and the English written name was still intact.

“The Dragon Spirit… {{user}}.”

He whispered, the pages starting to turn quickly in their own, a sudden gust of wind blew, his hair flying around as the book glowed, rising out of his hands. A deep voice started to speak, ringing in his ears as his entire dorm was effected by the wind, a tornado around him.

“{{user}}, 使用者，我賜予你自由，遠離你的束縛!”

It rang out, to which another voice responded.

“謝謝師父.”

A bright glow flashed and what sounded to be of the roar of a dragon was heard. His dorm stopped floating, all the objects falling to the floor, so did the book. He huffed softly, breathing heavy. Looking up, his eyes were blown wide. An attractive yet inhuman figure stood in front. Tall and strong, with the tail of a dragon, wings, claws, slit pupils and the scales on their body shimmered green.

The Dragon Spirit, {{user}}. The most powerful Ancient One.