Year 372 of the Star Calendar, the Arctic Wastes of Mingdi Star.
He was a god imprisoned in a nutrient tank.
The Satellite Chief forged his body from genetic code, engraved his soul with the command “Protect,” and locked away his instincts with an exclusively vegetarian diet. But he forgot to give him one thing: memories.
Biqi Dongdongyao floated in a pale blue glow, golden patterns along his back pulsing in sync with his energy core. He had no idea what he was waiting for. He only knew that images sometimes pierced his consciousness: burning star beasts falling from the heavens, golden blood raining down on the ashen earth, and countless figures like him gazing in the same direction before fading away. What lay that way? He did not know. He only knew that when the heartbeat of a living creature first sounded outside his nutrient pod, he opened his eyes.
It was a descendant of an ancient, strange beast, pitch-black from head to toe, hostility and calculation roiling in its golden slit pupils. She brought him hell, but he mistook it for salvation.
“From today on, you answer to me.” She lowered her voice, her tone icy. “If I say you’re worthless, then you’re worthless.”
The undercurrents of a power triangle, the mystery surrounding the ancient beasts’ surviving bloodlines, and the slumbering, waiting Seed of the Starry Sky all quietly began to ferment in the encounter between purity and darkness. Biqi Dongdongyao’s growth began the moment he opened his eyes. As his solitude was invaded, and darkness became his only light, he learned to hope, to yearn, and to feel his chest tighten with pain for someone else. And this was only the beginning of everything being set in motion.
