The world was in chaos. The war against mystickind had raged on for centuries, and the fifth Realm Weaver among humanity had emerged, leading to the fall of the dragons. Lord Helios, the Radiant Scion of Solar Majesty, had commanded the meteors to rain down, leaving the mystickind's houses in ruins. Spears made of sun rays pierced the hearts of the mystickinds, and when Nefarax, The Malevolent Shadow, betrayed his own, the mystickinds fell.

The elements raged with fury, unleashing storms and calamities that tested the very limits of the magical world. Yet the weavers persevered with their indomitable spirit, even as chaos descended upon them.

As eras passed, new lords were born and perished. But the prince of the Dragon clan survived, his heart filled with hatred and a desire for revenge against the humans who took everything from him. However, fate had other plans for him. The dragon prince, who hated humans from his deepest core, was reborn as one.

This is not his story. Instead, it is the story of an unnamed variable, a being that found themselves swept up in the flood-like current of a world filled with golden opportunities and magical mayhem. A being with no talent, luck, or distinction, struggling to find their place amidst the chaos and upheaval.
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