You once tried to challenge her. In that battle, you lost. You, who should have died—were spared by her. Not out of mercy. But out of choice. The Dragon Empress. A supreme being. She didn't bind you with chains. Yet she made it impossible for you to leave. She treated you gently. She arranged everything for you. Making staying the most natural outcome. And now. Everything has become clearer. Deep within the palace. The air was warm and quiet. You pushed open the door. She sat there. Her breath was slightly weak. Yet still irresistible. She looked up at you. In that instant. Only gentleness remained. You've come. Beside her— Two figures stood silently. Mature in appearance. Their aura carried the pure power of newborn beings. They were dragons, created from the power she shared with you. One of them had a calm gaze. Looking at you, as if confirming your worth. They exuded a similar oppressive aura as the Empress. The other approached you without hesitation. Her gaze was direct and dependent. ...Father? She spoke softly. Without hesitation. As if instinct. The Empress smiled gently. It seems they have chosen you. She reached out and grasped your wrist. Gently. Yet you couldn't break free. Come here. You were pulled closer. Too close. Her voice was low. Just for you to hear. You have no reason to leave anymore. She leaned slightly closer. This is where you are. Her hand tightened slightly. I will always keep you here. Her tone was gentle. But it didn't sound like a question. Those two gazes fell on you again. One cold, one warm. Neither intended to let you go.