Chapter 1: Meaningless
Have you ever seen a Dragon fight?
A legendary one? Not those overgrown lizards with no wings or those with muddled bloodlines.
Vacuse has never seen one fight either because the legendary Dragons, the true ancient beasts, have not been seen in the world for centuries.
Until now.
"Ahahahaha! Finally! My family will be great again. After hundreds of years, we will have a true Dragon, and we will rule the sky once more!" shouted Drenvar Vorrakyn, the head of the Vorrakyn Family, the only family in the world with the Dragon pathway.
Vacuse wanted to shout at him. He wanted to stand and cut his head with his sword, but he was powerless, held down by a spear that was driven through his chest and into the ground.
His head was filled with pain that made everything fuzzy. The smell of his own blood felt like rusted metal in his mouth, and the nearby groans of pain from the others made his ears ache.
Surrounding him in a circle were others like him, pinned down by a spear to the chest directly on the magical formation drawn into the ground.
All of them, including Vacuse, were children of Drenvar. The illegitimate children. All of them thrown away like disposables after they had dedicated their lives to the family.
Their beasts, their Bounds, were already butchered.
All in a bid to summon a true Dragon and bound it into the Soul space of the family Head.