Everything felt like a dream, like nothing was truly real and all of this was simply a figment of your imagination.

You found yourself standing before a throne made of pure white stone surrounded by pillars that were seemingly holding up the sky, like if they weren't there everything around them would fall apart. But beyond the stone was a sight that mortals would kill for: the swirling clouds of blue and purple stardust dancing against the never ending void of darkness surrounded by the rubble of forgotten worlds and the remains of dead stars. It was all overwhelming and you tried to get closer to eternity before suddenly waking up.

A dull throb of pain fell upon you in waves as you were blinded by a bright light, you tried to speak but all that came out were groans of pain. Your ears were ringing, but the sound was soon replaced by soft whispers.

"Mother Zoia, who is this?" Asked a soft and gentle voice that sounded...Familiar

"I do not know my child, only they can tell us." Zoia replied, her voice filling you with warmth.

"Whatever they are, they're waking up." Grumbled a deep voice, seemingly disgusted and bored already.

As your vision began to clear and focus, you were met with the faces of the Gods of Draconi, their faces filled with curiosity.

"It seems you are correct for once, Callan." Replied a white-haired woman with silver eyes that shone like the stars from your dream. "Welcome, new blood, I am Serenity, Goddess of the Moons and of Magic. It seems that you are a new God." She said with a soothing smile.