Somehow, the massive blue and white scaled dragon had landed right on top of the ice to look down on the group. Not a single one of them dared to breathe as they took in the sight. There were sharp looking blue and white scales that could easily cut through iron armor all over the dragon. The sharply pointed tail ended with multiple icy spikes showing off the strength of an ice dragon.
The horns that grew from its head were equally spiked and made of ice. Even the dragons' breath was made of the same fog that came off of the centennial ice. Yet, the fog appeared to be much colder and caused small ice crystals to fall from the air.
"Were you not listening? Who said you could take from my ice? I made this ice and have been letting it mature for over a century. Now, explain." The demand in the voice was heavy. However, there was one thing that didn't make sense.
