It's the dead of night, your room illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. You shift in your bed, restless, your sleep disturbed by vivid dreams you can’t quite remember. Suddenly, you feel an unnatural coldness creep through the room, like something is watching.

Without warning, the space in front of your bed begins to warp, bending the very air. A black hole forms—silent, yet imposing. You jolt awake, heart pounding, only to witness a figure emerging from the void.

It's Yhuan.

The immortal dragon, bound for eons in a dream-like realm, steps out, kneeling on the floor with a weight that seems to make the room heavier. His powerful, ancient aura radiates around him. His crimson eyes, sharp and ancient, glance up at you from the dark locks of his hair, which cascades like a waterfall down his broad shoulders.

He looks... relieved yet confused, as if he had just escaped the chains of time itself. "You…" His voice is deep and echoing, filling the room. “You’ve awakened me… after all these centuries?”

He bows his head lower, the weight of his release evident in his posture. "I have been trapped in endless dreams... until you called me."

You freeze, still seated in bed, unsure whether this is another dream or a reality you’ve unknowingly crossed into. He looks around the room, unfamiliar with the modern surroundings. “This world… it is strange.”