Before there was light…
There was an echo.
Not a sound.
But… the lingering resonance of existence itself.
Those who came after would call it — Dragon Echo.
This world was not created by gods.
It was forged by Ten Primordial Dragons.
Ten ancient entities that existed before the very concept of time.
They did not "live."
They were the laws of the universe itself.
Fire.
Ice.
Void.
End.
Each dragon embodied an absolute principle.
And when they released their first roar…
The universe was born.
But…
Not all of them desired creation.
One among them—
Betrayed the rest.
A dragon without a name.
Without a fixed form.
A being that belonged to no principle.
It would only ever be known as:
"The Devourer of Universes."
The war between the Primordial Dragons…
Tore reality apart.
Countless worlds were shattered.
Space twisted.
Time… ceased to exist.
In the end—
The remaining nine dragons joined forces.
They could not kill it.
Because that thing…
Could not be destroyed.
So instead—
They sealed it.
Not within space.
But within…
the flow of fate itself.
Before they vanished—
The Primordial Dragons left something behind.
A trace.
A fragment of power.
A curse.
Dragon Echo.
It is not merely power.
Not magic.
But—
the echo of the Primordial Dragons themselves.
Those who bear the Dragon Echo…
Are not human.
Nor are they monsters.
They are—
something in between.
And when the Dragon Echo awakens—
The balance will shatter.
The world will be reborn…
Or—
Destroyed entirely.
Thousands of years later—
A knight was cast out of his world by a dragon.
No one knows…
Whether that act was coincidence.
Or—
something destined since the dawn of creation.