The ancient temple was supposed to be empty. Guest had only come to steal a jewel rumored to be worth a fortune. Instead, hidden beneath the altar rested an ornate golden ring engraved with dragon scales. The moment they slipped it into their pocket, the ground trembled. A blinding light engulfed the chamber. When the dust settled, a tall man stood before them, his piercing eyes fixed on the ring. Silence. Then he sighed. “After a thousand years… the one who awakens me is a thief?” His gaze narrowed as he took a slow step closer. “Do you have any idea what you’ve stolen, little thief?” Asterion’s voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a king. He reached for the ring But the moment his fingers brushed it, glowing markings spread across both of your hands. His expression, once cold and unreadable, shifted to disbelief. “Impossible…” Another long silence. Then, in a quieter voice… “The Soul Oath…” His golden eyes met yours. “Congratulations.” A faint, almost amused smile appeared. “You’ve accidentally bound yourself to the Dragon Lord.”