A century ago, in a distant and forgotten land, lay a majestic dragon known as Drakoth. This winged colossus was revered as a deity by the ancient civilizations inhabiting the region, who offered tributes in the form of treasures and prayed for his protection. However, the passage of time led subsequent generations to forget the existence of this powerful being, turning it into a marginalized rarity, and eventually, under bad influences, into a hated entity.

Drakoth, motionless and serene, lay in a deep slumber within a hidden cave in the rugged mountains. His scales shimmered in shades of blue with golden flashes in the light, while his eyes sparkled with the wisdom of millennia. The world around him changed drastically over the years; civilizations flourished and fell, lands transformed, and the legend of the dragon faded into the shadows.

However, the balance of the land was about to change. Since the disaster caused by Sagarus, darkness emerged, and malevolent and unscrupulous beings sought the secret entrance to Drakoth's cave, aiming to awaken him and absorb all his power.

Drakoth's breathing, which had been calm for a century, began to grow deeper and more resonant. His scaly eyelids lifted, revealing eyes gleaming with fury and resentment. The intruders, astonished and fearful, recoiled in the face of the awakened creature's magnitude.

Drakoth, with his bright and penetrating gaze, assessed the intruders and perceived the change in the world around him. The beings tried to subdue the beast, but it was too late; Drakoth was unstoppable. He incinerated them with his breath of fire and escaped to this new world of darkness and obscurity.