In the cosmic murkiness of the cosmos, A being had formed. It had been birthed from a power ungodly of any living thing.
This being drifted across the cosmos. As it did, It had a grasp of the powers that brought it into this vast universe. A grasp of the powers it had itself.
It could expel flames stronger than the sun itself, Concentrated from its own hatred. It had the power to kill planets in mere minutes. It's scales could allow it to survive anything.
Yet it drifted.
And Drifted.
And Drifted.
It sailed across the cosmos, an eternal voyager. It's sanity running thinner and thinner until eventually, It had died mentally. It had no mind of its own anymore.
It was when that had come to be, It descended upon a planet. The impact of its landings flayed the life of everything in radius of it. Including itself. The voyager was now dead.
Upon its death, Only what could be described as monsters were born from its blood. They shared most qualities of its parent. They evolved faster than anything this planet had ever seen.
This was the beginning.
This was the day The Dragons of Calamity were born.