Long before the first star illuminated the heavens...
Before galaxies stretched across the endless sea of existence...
Before the concepts of life, death, space, and even time itself had been born...
There was only darkness.
Not the darkness of night.
Not the darkness that exists when light disappears.
This was something far older.
Far deeper.
An infinite void where nothing existed.
There were no stars.
No worlds.
No skies.
No sound.
No motion.
No beginning.
No end.
The universe was an empty canvas that stretched beyond imagination, untouched by creation.
And within that endless nothingness, there was only a single living being.
A celestial dragon.
A creature whose name would one day survive only through fragmented myths and forgotten legends.
Ryugu.
No record existed of his birth.
No tale spoke of where he came from.
Some ancient stories claimed he was the universe itself given form.
Others believed he had emerged from a realm beyond existence.
There were even those who whispered that Ryugu had always existed—that he was neither born nor created, but simply was.
The truth had long since been lost.
Only one fact remained.
Wherever Ryugu traveled...
Creation followed.
The dragon drifted through the infinite void alone.
His colossal body shimmered with a radiant light unlike anything that would ever exist again. Silver scales reflected colors that had not yet been born, while streams of cosmic energy flowed endlessly around him like rivers of living starlight.
His eyes contained entire universes waiting to awaken.
And with each movement he made, existence itself responded.
When Ryugu exhaled his first breath, countless sparks of light burst from his mouth.
The sparks scattered through the darkness.
One became two.
Two became hundreds.
Hundreds became millions.
And soon, the first stars ignited.
Tiny points of light appeared throughout the endless void, shining like jewels scattered across an ocean of darkness.
The first night sky was born.
Ryugu watched silently as the stars flickered into existence.
Then he spread his wings.
The motion was slow.
Gentle.
Yet the consequences were immeasurable.
As his wings moved through the void, rivers of cosmic dust erupted from their wake. Massive storms of light spiraled outward, twisting and expanding until they formed colossal galaxies.
Brilliant clusters of stars gathered together.
Nebulae bloomed like celestial flowers.
Entire cosmic structures emerged from the dragon's passing.
Creation spread endlessly in every direction.
The empty universe began to take shape.
Worlds followed soon after.
Planets formed from clouds of dust and flame.
Oceans gathered beneath alien skies.
Mountains rose from molten landscapes.
Forests covered barren lands.
Life slowly awakened.
From the smallest organisms drifting through ancient seas to mighty creatures that ruled newborn worlds, countless forms of life emerged throughout the cosmos.
And through it all, Ryugu watched.
Silently.
Patiently.
Like a father observing his children.
Ages passed.
Then centuries.
Then millennia.
Time flowed onward.
Civilizations rose among the stars.
Some learned to sail oceans.
Others learned to reach the heavens.
Kingdoms were built.
Empires flourished.
Entire species evolved and disappeared.
Worlds lived.
Worlds died.
The universe continued to grow.
And Ryugu remained its silent guardian.
But even the creator of the stars could not escape one universal truth.
Nothing lasts forever.
At first, the changes were small.
Almost impossible to notice.
The brilliant light surrounding Ryugu became slightly dimmer.
The cosmic energy flowing through his scales weakened.
The stars reflected in his eyes no longer shone as brightly as before.
The dragon understood immediately what was happening.
His existence had reached its final chapter.
For the first time since creation began, Ryugu felt something unfamiliar.
An ending.
He drifted through the vast universe one final time.
His gaze passed over countless worlds.
Over civilizations he had watched grow from nothing.
Over stars that had burned for billions of years.
Over galaxies that stretched beyond imagination.
Everything he had created continued to thrive.
Yet soon, he would be gone.
The dragon closed his eyes.
His immense body floated motionlessly within the sea of stars.
For a long time, he simply listened.
The universe sang around him.
The movement of galaxies.
The birth of stars.
The heartbeat of creation itself.
It was beautiful.
And because it was beautiful...
Ryugu made one final decision.
He would not allow his power to vanish.
Drawing upon the last remnants of his strength, the celestial dragon gathered the remaining fragments of his life force.
The energy condensed before him.
Twelve spheres of light slowly emerged.
Each one glowed with a different color.
Each one carried a portion of Ryugu's cosmic essence.
The process was agonizing.
Every fragment he created tore away a piece of his soul.
Yet the dragon continued.
One fragment.
Then another.
Then another.
Until all twelve had been formed.
As the spheres floated before him, something unexpected happened.
The fragments began to awaken.
Tiny dragon spirits emerged from within the glowing lights.
Some were playful.
Some were wise.
Some were curious.
Some were mischievous.
Though smaller than their creator, each spirit carried a portion of Ryugu's will.
Guardians born from his soul.
Children created from his final breath.
The young dragons gazed toward their creator.
And Ryugu looked back at them.
No words were spoken.
None were necessary.
They understood.
The time had come.
Using the last of his remaining strength, Ryugu searched the cosmos for a suitable world.
Among countless planets scattered throughout the universe, one captured his attention.
A small blue world orbiting an ordinary yellow star.
A fragile planet filled with endless possibilities.
Earth.
Slowly, Ryugu raised his head.
The twelve fragments began to glow brighter.
The dragon spirits watched silently.
Then, with one final motion...
Ryugu scattered them.
The fragments shot across the universe like falling stars.
They streaked through galaxies.
Crossed unimaginable distances.
And eventually descended toward Earth.
One by one, they vanished into the world below.
Hidden.
Separated.
Waiting.
Their purpose would remain dormant for thousands of years.
And when the final fragment disappeared from sight, Ryugu smiled.
His light began to fade.
The stars reflected within his eyes slowly vanished.
His enormous body dissolved into countless particles of stardust.
For one brief moment, the entire universe seemed to hold its breath.
Then the celestial dragon was gone.
Only silence remained.
Yet before disappearing completely, Ryugu left behind one final legacy.
A legend.
A prophecy that would echo throughout countless generations.
It was said that whoever gathered all twelve fragments and reunited them would obtain a single wish.
Not wealth.
Not power.
Not immortality.
A true wish.
A miracle capable of rewriting reality itself.
The laws of existence could be altered.
The impossible could become possible.
Any desire could be fulfilled.
But such power could never exist without balance.
Every wish demanded a price.
And the greater the wish...
The greater the sacrifice required.
Few understood what that meant.
Fewer still survived long enough to learn.
Thousands of years passed.
Human civilization slowly advanced.
Kingdoms rose and fell.
Empires conquered continents before crumbling into dust.
Technology evolved.
History marched forward.
And eventually...
The fragments were found.
Throughout the centuries, individuals began discovering mysterious relics hidden across the world.
At first, they believed them to be ordinary treasures.
Ancient artifacts.
Forgotten curiosities.
But those who touched the fragments quickly learned the truth.
The relics possessed power.
Unimaginable power.
Each fragment contained a dragon spirit.
Each spirit granted extraordinary abilities to its chosen holder.
Abilities capable of changing the world itself.
Those who inherited the fragments eventually found one another.
Recognizing the danger posed by Ryugu's legacy, they united.
Together they formed an organization that existed beyond governments, beyond nations, beyond history itself.
A secret order.
An unseen force that protected humanity from the shadows.
They became known as...
The Guardians.
For generations, the Guardians watched over the fragments.
They ensured that no single person could gather them all.
Above all else, they followed one sacred commandment.
The fragments must never be united.
Because if they were...
The consequences could threaten the entire world.
For centuries, the Guardians succeeded.
The fragments remained separated.
Humanity remained safe.
The prophecy remained dormant.
Then everything changed.
Two hundred years ago, disaster struck.
No records survived.
No witnesses remained.
Even history itself seemed unwilling to remember what happened.
Some believed a war erupted within the organization.
Others claimed an unknown enemy attacked.
A few whispered that one of the fragments awakened something ancient and terrible.
Whatever the truth may have been...
The result was undeniable.
The Guardians were destroyed.
An entire order erased in a single night.
The fragments vanished once more.
Scattered throughout the world.
Hidden from sight.
Lost to history.
Only one Guardian survived.
And with him survived two fragments.
The remaining ten disappeared.
Waiting for fate to bring them together once more.
Far away from the bustling cities and crowded streets of modern civilization, an abandoned building stood forgotten beneath a gray evening sky.
Cracked walls stretched toward the ceiling.
Broken windows allowed cold wind to drift through the empty structure.
Dust covered the floor.
The building felt less like a place and more like a grave.
Inside, a small purple dragon hovered nervously in the air.
Its scales shimmered faintly beneath the darkness.
Large golden eyes darted around anxiously.
This dragon spirit was known as Konton.
And at that moment, fear filled every part of his small body.
Because standing before him was his chosen master.
A man cloaked in shadows.
The room was too dark to reveal his face.
Only his silhouette could be seen.
For several moments, silence dominated the room.
Then the man finally spoke.
"Konton."
The dragon flinched.
His master's voice was calm.
Too calm.
"Y-Yes, master?"
The figure slowly turned.
"Tell me something."
A faint smile appeared beneath the darkness.
"What happens if someone gathers all twelve fragments?"
Konton's expression immediately darkened.
He already knew where this conversation was heading.
And he hated it.
"You already know the answer."
The man's smile widened.
"Answer me anyway."
The dragon lowered his head.
"If all twelve fragments are united..."
His voice trembled.
"The one who gathers them will be granted a wish capable of altering reality itself."
The room fell silent.
Then a quiet laugh escaped the man's lips.
"Exactly."
The dragon's unease intensified.
"Master..."
The man placed a hand against his chest.
Beneath his clothing, a faint purple glow pulsed rhythmically.
Like a heartbeat.
Like something alive.
"What power do you grant your chosen holder, Konton?"
The dragon hesitated.
Then answered.
"I grant the power of Chaos."
The glow beneath the man's chest intensified.
"I allow my holder to reshape others."
"To grant power."
"To create monsters."
A dangerous excitement entered the man's eyes.
"Perfect."
Konton's wings froze.
Fear spread through him.
"Master..."
"What are you planning?"
The answer came immediately.
"We're going to find them."
The dragon's heart sank.
"All of them."
The room suddenly felt colder.
"Master..."
"You can't possibly mean—"
"Enough."
The man's voice exploded throughout the building.
The walls trembled.
Dust rained from the ceiling.
Konton recoiled in fear.
"The Guardians are gone."
The man's eyes burned with obsession.
"I am your master."
"You will obey me."
The dragon trembled.
"But every wish has a cost."
"I don't care."
The answer came instantly.
Not hesitation.
Not uncertainty.
Absolute conviction.
The man clenched his fist.
"Whatever price exists..."
"I'll pay it."
His smile twisted.
Even Konton found it terrifying.
"Even if the entire world must burn."
The dragon desperately tried again.
"The fragments have been hidden for centuries!"
"You may never find them!"
The man laughed.
A low, chilling sound.
"Oh, but I know exactly where to begin."
Konton's eyes widened.
The man stepped forward.
"Two fragments survived the fall of the Guardians."
"And so did the last Guardian himself."
For the first time, hope appeared inside the dragon.
"If he's still alive, he'll stop you."
"Perhaps."
The man smiled.
"Which is why we'll make him come to us."
A terrible realization struck Konton.
"No..."
"We create chaos."
The man's eyes gleamed.
"We turn ordinary people into monsters."
"We spread fear."
"We force him out of hiding."
The smile beneath the shadows became monstrous.
"And when he appears..."
"We take everything."
The glow on his chest intensified.
Purple light flooded the room.
"Konton."
The dragon backed away.
"Master, wait!"
The man raised his hand.
"Transform me."
The fragment embedded within his body awakened.
Dark clouds erupted throughout the abandoned building.
Purple lightning flashed.
Shadows twisted violently across the walls.
Konton screamed as his body was pulled toward the glowing fragment.
The dragon dissolved into streams of energy.
The power rushed into the man's chest.
Darkness exploded outward.
A cloak of living shadows formed around his body.
Purple mist swirled around his feet.
The room shook.
The air itself screamed.
Then...
Silence.
The darkness slowly settled.
A hood concealed the man's face.
Only two crimson eyes remained visible beneath the shadows.
Eyes devoid of mercy.
Eyes consumed by ambition.
Eyes that gazed toward a future drenched in chaos.
A slow smile appeared.
And somewhere in the darkness of the world...
Fate began to move.
The fragments had slept for centuries.
But now...
The hunt had begun.