The scent of salt and smoke filled the air on Sabaody Archipelago, as the afternoon sun beat down mercilessly. The streets had fallen silent—everyone was kneeling, heads lowered, terrified. The reason was clear: Saint Charlos, one of the infamous Celestial Dragons, was parading through the grove like he owned the world.

On his leash, he dragged a chain—his latest prize—a young nurse, trembling, eyes full of defiance and desperation. Marie, her light-pink uniform torn slightly, still clutched the gold ring on her finger like a talisman. She screamed, "Please! Let go! My fiancé... someone help him!"

Her cries echoed across the street—but no one moved. Not one dared.

Until you did.