Kyle, the second prince of the Frostiron Kingdom, was declared a "bloodless" at fifteen. The Origin Blood Stele showed no response, and his dragon mark had never awakened.
His older brother humiliated him in public, the nobles mocked him in secret, and even his father treated him as a disposable pawn, sending him to the most dangerous Ashen Wasteland to die.
Everyone thought he wouldn't last three days.
Then the dark-corrupted monsters tore through his leather armor, and the moment his blood splashed across his palm, a golden dragon mark burst from his flesh. Dragonfire that had burned for a thousand years incinerated everything.
"A bloodless?" Kyle looked at the dragon pattern on his palm and sneered. "I've simply been sealed for too long."
He was the last descendant of the Radiant Crown Empire. His maternal grandfather had sealed the Abyssal Rift with his life, and his mother had sealed his dragon mark with all her Origin Blood.
Now the seal was broken, the Mother of Dark Corruption had awakened, and the entire continent trembled at the power in his blood.
He had no interest in fighting for the throne or seizing power.
But if anyone dared threaten his mother, his beloved, or the land beneath his feet,
he wouldn't mind showing everyone what a true dragon descendant looked like.
