Three massive dragons soared through the skies of the Land of Wildness. Among them, two measured a formidable twenty thousand meters in length, while the third, a towering behemoth, stretched an astonishing forty thousand meters.
One of the smaller dragons was an ice dragon that Cain would have recognized immediately—it was none other than Celsar. The ice dragon had grown significantly larger after his evolution to the Ancient Dragon rank. The power of his Oniric Truth had become much purer, leaving a trail of frozen air in his wake as he flew.
The other twenty-thousand-meter dragon was a magnificent creature, a gold-scaled dragon with lightning crackling across his body. His scales shimmered like molten metal, and his eyes glowed with the fierce intensity of a storm. This lightning-gold dragon spoke in an inquisitive tone, "Celsar, you've met that man before, haven't you? You actually fought with him. What can you tell us about him?"
