"Where are you, my adorable Kistherians? Don't be naughty. Stop hiding and come out. I'll take you flying."
In the ever-changing Sea of Chaos, an enormous, imposing Black Dragon opened his fierce eyes and searched for any sign of the Kistherians.
Ever since his master had promised to help him become the King of Ten Thousand Dragons if he found the Kithserean Kingdom and moved its people to Pluto, he had been beside himself with joy. He had immediately left the Main Plane for the Sea of Chaos.
Only after arriving did he realize he had underestimated how hard it would be to find anyone there.
The region, formed from countless currents of Chaos, changed at every moment. Not only did the scenery shift constantly, but so did the directions. You might think you had been flying straight ahead the whole time, when in fact you had flown south one moment and north the next.
And so Bamas, who had plunged headfirst into the Sea of Chaos, found himself lost.
After more time than even he could measure, Bamas felt close to losing his mind. He struggled to steady his thoughts and drive the disorder from his head.
But he could clearly feel himself growing a little more deranged by the moment.
"Damn Kistherians. Just wait until I find you. I'll make you pay..."
Ordinarily, that span of time would not have seemed long to a Dragon. Some Dragons slept longer than that. But this was no ordinary world. This was the Sea of Chaos, where elements, directions, space, and even time were in disorder.
After staying there so long and witnessing its bizarre, chaotic landscape, Bamas's mind had suffered Corruption. He was showing signs of being assimilated by this world.
He decided that if he still could not find