The Dragon awoke. It was time to eat again.
After healing the old wounds it had suffered who knew how many years ago, the Dragon needed to consume large quantities of organic food from time to time to replenish its energy.
Dazzling green light shone from its eight enormous eyes, four on either side. The Dragon opened its eyes and, as it had countless times before, immediately began searching for the tribute those tiny stones had prepared for it.
Those Stone People were arrogant and vile, the Dragon thought.
Its keen gaze swept across the empty space around it, soon finding the enormous heap of assorted organic matter drifting through space.
The M'tok would not last. A species like that, a government like that, could never endure.
The Dragon flicked its tail, and its enormous body slowly drifted over.
Over its countless years of existence, the Dragon had experienced much. It had seen planets shattered by immense weapons, stars collapse into black holes from old age, and countless civilizations rise and fall.
It had once belonged to an immensely powerful civilization. In the Calamity that had swept across the entire Sea of Stars at the end of the previous era, that civilization had been destroyed, while it had escaped.
Afterward, the Dragon, Hosgar of Endless Flames, had wandered the universe. It had encountered countless formidable foes and even found its true love, but time had washed all of that away.
During a disaster, they had been badly injured, and the Dragon had been separated from its beloved. It had come here to recover and had remained asleep ever since.
The Dragon had considered entrusting its mission to the civilization on the planet where it resided: raising young dragons. But after years of learning about the M'tok Stone People, it had