Amira, the Primordial Dragon, saw what she had long expected but also forgotten, just before she was completely annihilated.

At the moment of her death, Rena, the First Dragon,'s body was torn in nine parts by the siamese dragon mawl.

Eight of these parts survived the wrath of the maddened two-headed dragon.

Thanks to the Goddess Mana, each of these eight shards of Rena reawakened as living entities known today as the primordial dragons.

Upon awakening, each inherited one of the eight main elements that were once part of Rana, but along with those elements, each of the eight dragons inherited a shard of Rana’s traits and emotions.

Amira represented the first dragon’s guilt and fiery regrets.

Living up to her inheritance, Amira, unlike her brethrens, decided to remain, where Rana's biggest regret lay.

Amira, the Fire Primordial, awaited the day she would be free of the regrets that had plagued her since the day she was born into this world.

She awaited Rana the two-headed dragon's return for millenials because she knew that after the goddess Mana's sacrifice in a desparate attempt to put an end to Rana's madness, they would one day be reborn in this world.

Amira was even more convinced of this when the man and his daughter appeared on her doorstep one day.

Humanity knew him as Solomon the Loner, but the primordial dragons knew him as Mon, the Ninth Dragon, the Lonesome Human-shaped Primordial Dragon. Despite being born a human, he possessed some of the power of a primordial dragon, allowing the primordial dragons to eventually accept him as one of their own.

The existence of Mon and his daughter proved that the goddess Mana's actions would one day awaken the two-headed dragon from their slumber.

Patiently and diligently, Amira waited for that day, for she believed it was her duty and punishment. She laid in wait for their return, only to realize too late that she had been waiting for the wrong person.

Seeing that radiance of white, black, and red rush ominously towards her, Amira realized that the one she should’ve been waiting for wasn't the two-headed dragon but rather him.

The one whose existence was a vessel for the two-headed rage and the one that drove the goddess Mana to her final sacrifice.

An, The Forgotten Illusion.

Some might have seen him as a dream, but to many, what he brought upon them was nightmares.

In her last moment, Amira, whose life was only regret, realized that she was near. She unleashed a silent call for her brethren.

It was also at that moment that she ultimately realized that amidst her call, it wasn’t her seven brothers alone who received her call, but also, another presence that came across to her as both foreign and familiar. Its presence shone differently than the seven others, but she too, received Amira’s calls.

In her last instant, Amira, who had been diligently upholding her duty to millenials, finally stepped down and grasped onto that well-deserved rest. That was death to her.

For she knew that history would be repeated today, by her own hands.