A stone gained sentience as it was watered by the blood and preaching of someone, and it vowed to find that person. Little by little, it began to cultivate, cultivate with unwavering resolve, until it eventually gained its human body—an extraordinary feat for something once lifeless—and with that transformation, it claimed a name for itself: Drakion, taking on icy blue hair and golden eyes that shimmered with an ancient, unyielding brilliance.
The stone, now wearing a human form, began to grow stronger, pushing past the limits of common cultivation, until it rose to become an overlord of the world—yet no one ever knew that its origin lay in the soul of a stone that had awakened by sheer fortune and mysterious fate.
