by Mortisis
In a world of Gods and Guilds, the "Wool" exists only to protect the "Gold." Theon was a Scavenger for the Rusty Compass, the lowest-ranked guild in the kingdom. He was a nobody—expendable, overlooked, and used to the taste of dirt. When his guild was hired by the legendary Grandmaster Vaelin for a Dragon Lord raid, he thought it was a chance to finally provide for his found family. He was wrong. Vaelin didn't want allies; he wanted "insulation." He used the Rusty Compass as human bait to exhaust the Calamity Dragon, Ignis, watching with a smile as Theon’s family was reduced to ash and scorched bone. But as the Dragon lay dying and Vaelin stepped forward to claim the ultimate power, Theon did the impossible. Driven by a grief that shattered his sanity, he struck the final blow himself. [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: IMPOSSIBLE FEAT DETECTED] [INITIATING SOUL-LINK... YOU ARE THE NEW DRAGON LORD] Now, Theon is a living anomaly. He possesses the terrifying, unstable Mantle of a god, but his human heart is failing under the weight of the Dragon's hunger. To survive, he must enroll in the Aethelgard Institute—the elite academy where Vaelin and the scions of the Great Guilds rule. Hidden behind the mask of a "low-tier" student, Theon must navigate a den of vipers who would kill him the moment they smell his true power. He isn't there to learn. He isn't there to be a hero. He’s there to show the Gold what happens when the Wool decides to burn.
