Before the Floodborne King rose with the tides, before the Amethyst Revenant watched time pass in silent eternity, there was one force that never yielded—never waned—never bowed. The Mythic Dragon was not born, nor was it made. It simply was—a force beyond reckoning, a being of unrelenting power and absolute control.
For eons, it remained in slumber. Not in waiting, but in judgment. The Floodborne King rose with sheer force, unbreakable and expanding without end. The Amethyst Revenant remained unmoved, untouched by the chaos of time. But the Mythic Dragon is neither. It is the balance between power and restraint, between chaos and mastery.
To awaken the Dragon is not an act of strength—it is a test of will. Power alone is not enough. Focus alone is not enough. Only those who have embraced the energy of the flood and the stillness of the eternal will be deemed worthy.