As they continued deeper into the Sacred Peaks, Lance struggled to take it all in. Dragons of every shape and size moved about, their presence a constant reminder of the raw power that permeated this land.
They passed a group of younglings practicing aerial maneuvers, or perhaps they were simply playing around, their laughter echoing through the valley as they raced through the sky. Nearby, an older dragon twice bigger than Aelyndra rested beneath a towering tree, its scales weathered and dull but its gaze sharp and knowing.
"Does everything here have to be so... massive?" Lance asked, glancing up at a particularly steep peak that seemed to touch the very skies.
Aelyndra smirked. "Dragons do not think small, after all."
"That much is obvious," Lance muttered.
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