The great demon was originally a beloved divine descendant of the phoenix clan from the heavens, yet she succumbed to demonic ways. With a terrible temper and an excessive fondness for flattery, she was determined to find a sycophantic follower. Her maid watched in horror as she stole a dragon egg, risking her life to stammer a warning: "My Lord, a hatched egg won’t speak. You should find one that can talk." The demoness merely smiled, insisting a dragon raised by her own hand would obey. The hatched dragon was indeed docile—fragile, meek, repeating whatever she was told. But then the celestial realm came knocking. Boundless as heaven and earth, the long-standing feud between the two realms ignited in an instant. A century later, the demoness stood frozen as the dragon girl she had raised descended from the heavens—no longer timid or soft, but cold as ice. The dragoness demanded— "Don’t you recognize me?"