In the imperial capital, deep underground, the sound within a hidden facility was swallowed by the thick stone walls, creating an atmosphere of mystery and cold calm.

Standing amidst this concealed space, at the center of it all, was Arland, the supreme commander of the Imperial Dragon-Slaying Army and head of the Royal Sorcery Division. His arms were folded behind him, his gaze sharp and focused.

He stood on a cold metal platform, beneath which intricate lines pulsed like currents running throughout the entire facility. Before him loomed a massive incubation chamber. Though the design appeared crude, it was equipped …