Once the mighty crimson dragon who ruled the skies, I reigned supreme over this world for millennia. Yet my kin fell one by one, slaughtered mercilessly by human hands until vengeance became my sole purpose. The final confrontation arrived—but I too fell, my dying breath filled with bitter rage. Should another life exist beyond death, I swore to claim retribution for my fallen brethren. Should fate grant me rebirth, I would drown this wretched world in human blood. Should the cycle of existence continue—wait, what? My consciousness now stirs within the fragile body of a human infant?! This cannot be! The cruel irony twists deeper than any blade—the once-proud sovereign of flames now trapped in mortal flesh, powerless and vulnerable. Yet even in this diminished form, the fire of vengeance still burns. They will pay. They will all pay. The game has merely changed, not ended.
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