A golden-haired boy appeared in a grand temple, his body materializing in the heart of the sacred hall surrounded by golem frog dragons. Towering pillars stretched toward the heavens, etched with golden runes that pulsed with an ancient, unseen force. A serene incense filled the air, Tension could be felt with deep displeasure from a Elder who had a dragon staff with a long golden strands hair and white beared . Draped in flowing robes, his eyes were sharp like celestial blades, yet held a depth that spoke of wisdom carved through centuries. The boy fell to his knees, pressing his forehead against the cool marble floor in deep reverence. "Disciple greets Master." A long silence followed, thick with unspoken rebuke. Then, the teacher finally spoke. "You failed to stop them, indeed not your fault but you shall bear guilt for all race ." The words were neither loud nor reprimanding, but they carried enough weight to make the boy’s bones feel heavy. "Master…" he started, but th