I was born with my right arm covered in blue scales. The villagers called me a monster, so I had no choice but to live in an abandoned foundling tower outside the city.
Then, one day, a wave of demonic beasts overran a border garrison town. I hid beneath a pile of corpses and played dead.
But the nine-tailed silver fox who commanded all the demonic beasts came striding through the air. She lifted my chin with a fingertip.
"Little monster, why do you smell... like the Azure Dragon whose scales I peeled off and whose sinews I tore out with my own hands six hundred years ago?"
