500 years ago:
After the fight with Reide:
Silent and serene as the darkness when you close your eyes, but as bright as the countless stars. Cron found himself in a "blank" space, a boundary between the rough edges of life and the sharp and smooth edge of death.
Floating in such a place within his human form, his eyes closed,a face of resignation and a relaxed posture, wether due to the calming silence or the fact that there is nothing he can do about anything. Cron's heart is quite calm and relaxed, with no fluctuations of any other emotions.
He remained in such a state for who knows how long, just waiting for his inevitable crossing to the other side. Nothing seemed to be wrong, except for the gradually fading light and sense of freedom permeating in the inexistent air of this place.
However, before he completely slipped down to his eternal sleep. A force pulled him out of the situation and awakened his slowly fading soul.
A seemingly normal yet indescribable fluctuations spread out like a silent tide. The source of it, looked like a normal person or rather a blurry humanoid figure. The other party's figure may be blurry, but transcendental beauty emenates from this blurred image like a white light diffused to a kaleidoscope of hues.
In the eyes of the other party, a deathly gaze swept Cron from head to toe. However, this person seemed to possess five horns growing in his forehead and five ethereal tails.
Cron's figure is just simply a miniscule existance in front of this person. Nothing more than an ant—no, Cron can only be regarded by this person as inexistent.
Getting to his senses, Cron's eyes widened in shock and fear that he directly kneeled down in front of this existence his voice filled with terror and boundless respect.
"My lord! Forgive me for I did not recognize your great power for a moment"
'gods, it's the myriad dragon'
In this very moment, even the high and mighty 13th dragon lord is suppressed without resistance at all. Like a tamed beast, Cron just waited while kneeling in front of this so called myriad dragon.
Without letting Cron stand, the figure of the myriad dragon raised his hand then pointed at Cron, before speaking in an incomprehensible ancient language. But even if it's incomprehensible to the ears of mortal, Cron still understood the meaning of these words.
He understood that: "you have failed, heir of the proud kings"
Cron kneeled even deeper
" Forgive me my lord! I-"
"Silence, there's no need for any excuses"
The other person spoke in a calm small voice, yet it contains undeniable authority.
"We have something for you to do"
"What is it my lord?"
"We want you to infiltrate the human side of this world... I think you already know our motive"
" Yes my lord! I will do my best to do it! but... my lord...how?
The other party just sneered at Cron's question
"You don't seem to regard "our" ability"
And with those words, the surroundings darkened to pitch black, like the darkness when one closes his eyes.
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Regaining consciousness in the darkness, Cron tried to open his eyes and yet he can't, even his spiritual sight can't be opened.
He's like a blind man trying to see, but luckily, it seemed that he can still sense his surroundings with his other senses, be it barely.
Sensing around him, he asked himself;
"Where am I?"
At this moment he felt like he's floating around in what felt like the river of spirituality which made him a bit puzzled.
"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!"
When in this dark place, he heard faint sounds of what he thought to be the cries of a newborn baby.
The cries was faint at the start but it gradually became louder until the it started to sound like a child's agonized wails.
Cron questioned;
"Who's there?! What is happening?!"
Just after he spoke those words, two extremely boundless forces appeared;
One felt like a raging power, that even this dark waters of spirituality started to ripple, as it pressed on him which made his very existance tremble.
The other one, Cron felt extremely familiar like he was being hugged by her own mother and being hushed to calm down.
But the familiarity
As the cacophony of the child's wails gets even more agonized, the pressure pressing on Cron started to get even more terrifying and this pressure even started to cry.
This cry from the unknown entity emenating the pressure sounded like the twisted cry of a mother over it's child's pain.
The cries were incessant and pitiful, but also creepy.
After an unknown amount of time, the cries died down abruptly and on the other hand, Cron felt something forcefully being merged into his soul.
The thing was still alive and trying to break free, but it was still unable to put up a resistance and ended up as a part of his body.
After a few more seconds, Cron's consciousness drifted away again.
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Earth Calendar 2508, July 6
Above the skies, a city, or rather a space ship comparable in size to a continent can be seen floating in space surrounded by smaller ones the size of countries.
And inside one of these smaller ships was an empty and silent magnificent hall of metals.
Only, the sounds of footsteps coming from what seemed to be a man with in his early twenties disturbed the silence as he ran up the stairs as if in a hurry.
The person exudes a sharp noble's aura along with his gentle yet sharp features.
At this moment he arrived in front of a room, and without hesitation, the man stormed in;
"How's Qliesta!?-"
But before he even spoke his next words, an old man gestured for him to be silent with a lowered voice;
"Silence! Riano! The child's still sleeping!"
The man called Riano, after hearing the words from the elder finally looked around him carefully. When he finally saw the crowd of 6 people staring at him, he felt embarrassed and like a thief, he asked the old man in whispers;
"Father, where's Qliesta? Did something happen? Why are these stinking gluttons here?"
When the people in the room heard this, and they stared at Riano with killing intent. In their minds they're already thinking of how to make this bastard pay;
'You're calling your brother in arms like that?! Just you wait when the celebration starts, hehehe! I'll devour everything you serve on the table until you go bankrupt hehehehaha!'
'You dare say such words about your teacher?! Humph! Let's see if I ever pay back your money!?' a cold looking middle aged woman thought in her head.
Riano while walking towards the crowd, actually felt like something troublesome is going to happen soon.
Wether his so called teacher or buddy, they all felt annoyed in their hearts, but they still remained quiet while hiding their annoyances with smiles and made way for him.
Riano looked ahead and with excitement, saw a great beauty smiling at him while holding a bundle of cloth and he reached out towards it. His tone trembling in excitement as he asked;
"Qliesta, is it a boy or a girl?"
The woman called Qliesta, spoke with a weak gentle smile while carefully putting the sleeping child in the arms of Riano;
"It's a boy Riano" her smile grew even more gentle " and as we decided, he'll be called Cron, Cron Azzal"