*Era of Origins... Obsidian Palace of the Pride Clan...*
The sky of this era was a permanent battlefield where the laws of physics bent under the will of primordial powers.
The heavens belonged to the Phoenixes whose wingbeats immolated the clouds, while the earth trembled under the steps of the Titans, those colossi of flesh capable of reshaping mountains with a simple gesture.
At the top of this pyramid of violence reigned the Dragons, entities of pure power who considered any other form of life as an ephemeral entertainment.
Humans, lacking spiritual roots at this era or divine lineages, were nothing but insignificant vermin, miserable creatures dying by the thousands in the crossfire of this destructive war.
They survived in the interstices of the world, hiding in caves or forests praying to gods who did not listen to them.
At the heart of the Draconic Domain, in a palace sculpted directly, the Dragon Queen sat with absolute authority.
