Deep within the Well of Stars.
There were very few stars here, because many had already been devoured by star beasts before reaching this place.
Others had been utterly torn apart by the Well of Stars' peculiar gravitational pull.
Although time in the depths of the Well of Stars was almost eternally still, that was only for living beings.
Among the scant few stars, one was slowly moving.
This star differed greatly from ordinary outer-realm stars or planes.
Its speed of movement was also highly abnormal.
Normally, planes and stars devoured by the Well of Stars would slowly rotate under the force of gravity as they approached the center.
But this star was different. It did not rotate, instead advancing straight toward the depths.
Clearly, there was something wrong with this star. Though it moved slowly, it pressed onward with unwavering determination.
If some powerful being could approach this star, they would discover that life existed upon it as well.
This living being was a giant dragon. His scales were platinum-colored, and he measured several hundred meters long, possessing a massive body no smaller than Tiamat's.
He was Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon God, Lord of the North Wind, Lord of Good Dragons!
Bahamut now lay upon the northern side of this star. Naturally, the Platinum Dragon God was not here to rest.
He even appeared extremely weary. It was he who had been pushing this star ever onward into the depths of the Well of Stars.
This star was the Kingslayer Star, the chief culprit behind the Dracorage War and the place where Bahamut had once been imprisoned.
After an unknown length of time, Bahamut slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with exhaustion.
Pushing the Kingslayer Star into the depths of the Well of Stars was truly no easy