Five hundred years ago, the world was guarded by two powerful dragons. They weren't monsters—they were holy beings, protectors of all life. Wherever they flew, storms calmed, skies cleared, and peace followed.
They were sisters. They were legends.
But everything changed when darkness crept out from the Underworld.
Whispers came—soft, sly, poisonous. Demons found one of the dragons and twisted her mind with lies: "Why protect the weak? Why follow rules? You could rule it all."
And just like that, the world began to burn.
The holy dragons turned against each other. Their battle shook the earth. Forests turned to ash, mountains cracked in two, and the skies filled with fire. People ran, prayed, hid—nothing could stop them.
In the end, the pure-hearted dragon stood tall. Bloody, tired, broken—but not defeated.
With all her remaining strength, she rose into the sky one last time. Then she let out a roar so powerful filled with pure divine power, so loud, it echoed across the world. That roar slammed the gates of the Underworld shut, trapping the demons inside.
That day, the people named it "The Dragon's Holy Roar."
Neither of the dragon was ever seen again.
To honor them, people gave them names:
The one who saved the world was called Ishtar, named after the goddess of love.
The one who fell to darkness was called Ares, named after the god of war.
Many believed Ishtar died that day. But three hundred years later, a holy priest stood before a crowd and spoke a prophecy:
"Evil will rise again—maybe in a hundred years, maybe two hundred. But when it does... Ishtar will return. Not as a dragon, but as a human. And when that day comes, the final battle will begin."
Now, centuries have passed. The world has forgotten.
But the prophecy has not.
And somewhere out there... Ishtar is awakening.
To be continued.