Disappear, reappear, disappear again, then reappear once again... He was like the monarch of the night, constantly flashing through the darkness. He enjoyed this feeling of traversing through space, of soaring in a completely free and uninhibited manner.

That's right, he had finally made a breakthrough to that level. Space could no longer restrict him, and he had finally also found his own path.

He was going to be a spatial traveler, but also a guardian of space. His daggers were merely keys that granted him access to this world, yet they weren't his true martial soul.

He was the Space Time Dragon, a being that was a manifestation of an overlap of light and shadow that only appeared during every violent transition in space and time. He was the loneliest traveler of the dragon clan, and he was once the shadow guardian of the Dragon God.

His powers were extremely unpredictable, yet in his eyes, there was only a single figure, one that seemed...