Lanbao stared at the hallowed ground in front of her. There were many things that were foggy in her race memory but one fact was clear to all.
When young dragons had once been hunted by Fiends so long ago that numbers became meaningless, a single race stepped forth to save them. An entire village had died to save the young dragons that had been on the brink of death.
She had no idea why that particular memory was so clear but the corpses left behind were burned into her. The floating crystals she now saw in the vast glittering expanse in front of her.
She knew of the Desolate Song as the closest graveyard of the Elementals but it was rather small compared to some. Outside of the Law Binding, such places were left alone for more reason than respect.
If Lind had not stopped the fools from robbing it, things would have been far worse than any could imagine. Even Lind did not know.
