"I 'saw' that there is a soul from an unknown plane who will become my heir," the black-haired lady said softly, "but it doesn't matter, all those who were conceived by me are my children, and I will treat them equally."
"Her name is 'Hizrilla', which means chaos and rebirth."
"How high can we fly? Mother." The young dragon asked.
"That depends on the length of your wings. It is your body that measures the sky. Go find Bahamut, and you will see the most glorious god."