To speak of a tale of Wish Dragons is to break taboo, it is to explore the crawling depths of the Abyss and all that spawn from it. To talk of us is to learn of your enemies, oh reader mine. For our kin have existed for long, and live by many creeds and names. That of Akka, Yul, Xol, Eir, Ur, and Eao. We give to thee the Deep and the Sky. A pact bound by bone and blood, by Light and by Dark. There is always a debt, oh user mine. Now I have long left this realm, my 'body' turned to bone and ash, the Bright Men reeving my flesh from its form. I am Nax, the Vengeful Wyrm, will you not wield me to rend the bodies of those who trampled you? The beings who took your Light and your City? Isn't pain the greatest art, oh bearer mine, will you not paint? I give to you a pact, I shall give you power, great power, but in exchange, you must rear my young. You are to breed and raise them on Io, and when their time comes, continuously use them to conquer your foes. Oh reader mine, will you claim what you Took? Oh reader mine, will you mantle yourselves back to your once greatness?