'This is it! I finally found it!'
A male adventurer said. He looked bloody and battered, but he tried his best to walk. This man was with his party. They entered a dungeon but all the other three died, and only the man, the one who thirsts for treasure, lived. Barely, though. It was like he was hanging onto a thread.
He smiled when he saw a large tomb. It may have looked eerie, but, from experience, he learnt that he gains the most from shady places. Fog flowed across the room. What the male adventurer was looking for was the sword.
A sword stood up from the ground. It looked like it had been jammed in. Behind the sword was a coffin, but he didn't find that valuable. The man slowly staggered toward the sword. There was an evil sneer on his face.
'Finally! I've found it! The sword lost in water; Mystletainn! I've longed for its power! They say that the strongest of the Celestial Dragons wielded this sword! That means if I can wield this, then I'll be the strongest! Stronger than the Celestial Dragons!'
He finally reached the sword, Mystletainn. He grabbed it with his better arm and positioned himself right so that he would be able to pull it out from the ground. The man tried pulling it out, but it wouldn't budge.
'What's with this toughness?! This sword isn't Excalibur! So why can't I pull it out?!'
The man even tried with his other hand, but it still didn't work. He tried with all of his strength but it was simply futile.
'Fuck! Why is the sword stuck so deep into the ground?!'
Eventually, he gave up. The only other thing in the tomb was a coffin. The man wouldn't give up on Mystletainn, but he gave up trying to pull it out. He thought maybe there was something in the coffin, other than a body, that would help him handle Mystletainn.
The man approached the coffin. He knelt down and attempted to open it; a failed attempt. After inspecting the coffin, he found out that there were flaps he would flip in order for the coffin door to be opened. He flipped the flaps and lifted the coffin door.
'Huh? The fuck?'
What he found was a woman. She didn't look to be dead, but rather asleep.
'Woah... She's got assets. Her boobs are pretty big.'
The woman had long navy blue hair. Her skin was extremely pale. The man guessed it was because she was in the coffin for a long time. What he was more surprised about was the fact that it didn't look like her body had decomposed in the slightest.
'Tch! Seems like there's nothing in this coffin that can help me...'
He couldn't stop staring at the woman's bare boobs, though he eventually stopped when he remembered that his goal was Mystletainn. He didn't know what to do.
'Ngh...'
The man turned around. He couldn't believe his eyes. What he saw seemed like a dream. The woman, who was dead in the coffin, sat up straight. The man drew his sword, from his waist, and faced the woman.
'What?'
The woman whispered. She faced the man.
Her skin was extremely pale. Her long hair was navy blue while her eyes were flaxen. There was a terrible aura about her. The man couldn't stop shaking.
'W-what are you?'
She got out of the coffin and stretched. While stretching, she surveyed the surroundings. Once her eyes reached Mystletainn, they squinted. Then, her eyes laid themselves upon the man.
'My body feels so stiff.'
The woman walked over to Mystletainn and placed her hand upon it. She tried to get it out of the ground, but it didn't budge. However, when she tried again, the sword was drawn from the ground. The blue sword absorbed the fog and then vanished as the woman released it.
'What the fuck are you?'
The man said, witnessing the woman's actions. She gave him a cold glare–the man dropped to the floor, cowering in fear.
'What am I, you ask?'
A smirk appeared on her face.
'A Dragon. A Dragon God.'
She waited to see the man's reaction, but he continued to cower in fear. This wiped the smile off of the woman's face. She had hoped for him to question her, or to start running away, but he didn't move off of the floor.
'You bore me.'
The woman said. She knelt and grabbed the man's hair and spoke to him.
'Listen. I am Vritra Cetus. The Stellar Dragon–the previously sealed and most powerful of the Celestial Dragons. When you piss me off, you either run or die. Which will it be?'
The bloodlust emitted from the woman, Vritra, was too powerful for the man. He stopped breathing entirely and started choking. In the process of choking, he coughed in Vritra's face. The moment he did, he lost his head.
'That was fucking disgusting.'
She stood up while wiping her face. When she finished wiping her face, she noticed that she had no clothes on. The only clothes available to her were the man's clothes. Vritra stared at them for a quick second and put them on.
The shirt was too tight for her, and so were the trousers. The boots and leather jacket fit her like a glove, though.
'Now... I wonder if those guys will be surprised if I reveal myself now. This world is mine, so, I might as well give them a hint.'
Vritra closed her eyes and concentrated. The next second, her intent to kill was overflowing. She let everything leak out for ten seconds before retracting it. After doing so, she smiled.
'Ah, now that should've been a nice hint. Well, I guess I better find something to do. Gah, how many years has it been since my sealing? I want to know.'
The Stellar Dragon mumbled to herself while leaving the tomb.
On this day, the world's greatest disaster had been set free upon the world once more. This creature was one that could erase the whole world and the moon with it.
Vritra Cetus, the Stellar Dragon, is also known as the Primordial Dragon God.