The Dragon and the Boy

The sky was shrouded in gloom, thunder rolling incessantly. Countless hexagram arrays spun in midair; four dragons, with wings as vast as clouds hanging from the heavens, gathered together, each channeling their power to forge the shackles of sealing upon the black dragon, Calendis.

“Calendis, you have tampered with the laws that govern the world’s order—do you acknowledge your guilt?” roared the fire dragon Aesrag, its wings ablaze with sacred crimson flames, the brightest light in the pitch-black night.

“The world was never meant to be perfect. Our creations, too, should bear flaws,” Calendis sneered, its black wings eclipsing half the sky.

“To ascend to the ranks of the Five Divine Dragons of Creation, you dared steal the power of the thunder dragon!” Every word uttered by the wind dragon Atwotan tore the surrounding air asunder.

“A world where all beings are equal is dull indeed. Only power can define rank and hierarchy, the lofty and the lowly, the noble and the base!” Calendis continued to chuckle darkly.

“As a dragon god, to harbor such ambition is an unforgivable sin!” The imperial dragon Friluca waved her sand-like golden wings, releasing formidable and profound earth elemental power to reinforce the chains binding the black dragon.

“Sin? How fascinating!” Calendis laughed, “Scatter it across every corner of the world, and it shall bloom into the most unique flowers!”

“Enough!” Aesrag bellowed, sending his sacred crimson fire surging along the sealing chains until it engulfed Calendis.

“Hahaha—” Calendis laughed wi