Gazing at the forest shrouded in mist before her, the candid Young Dragon felt a sense of sublimation.
The boundaries of domains are truly marvelous, like barriers forged of mist. Passing through them feels like traveling from this world to another.
Sunlight filters through layers of tree crowns, casting mottled shadows below. Huge ancient trees rise up from the ground, their trunks covered with thick moss.
Vines droop between branches, twisting around the tree trunks, and the air is saturated with the scent of soil, flowers, and dead leaves. If you look up, you can see a Green Dragon resting its head on a tree trunk, blending perfectly with its surroundings.
"Welcome to my territory, future human Emperor. I am Green Dragon Drummond."
