Countless people sang of it with fear and reverence.
Long, long ago, in an age when gods still lived, there was an evil dragon!
As time piled upon time, the tale they sang became legend, and legend soon became myth.
The “Great Record,” given life by layer upon layer of history accumulated in that way.
Frrrrrrrrip—
The Library opens.
Myth begins to move.
The leaves of the World Tree rustled like waves.
Then came something that seized the vast, sprawling sea… burning ash and fire, and the scent of stars.
At the summons of a master greater than itself, the black dragon tore open the night sky and spread its enormous wings.
―――――――――!
“Ugh!”
“Hold on! We’re going to fly away!”
The pirates screamed and frantically grabbed hold of their clothes.
The gale kicked up by the dragon gliding swiftly overhead whipped the hair of the dumbstruck pirates into a complete mess.
✧
“A-a-another dragon…?!”
“Wait! Th-that thing looks really famili—!”
At the position closest to the altar’s rocky island.
On the deck of the airship anchored in that ambiguous spot, belonging neither to the temple side nor the pirates.
The inquisitors stared stupidly up at the sky.
Their murmuring voices grew louder and louder. Spreading confusion filled the place with disorder.
The reason was obvious.
Flap—!
Over the black-dragon flag fluttering in the wind, the shadow of the black dragon in the sky overlapped with it as though fitting perfectly into place.
As if they were one body. One and the same.
“L-Lord…!”
“….”
His aide called to him in a trembling voice, but Jin Gyeoul did not answer.
His sunken…