The south was peaceful now.
The smoke from the chimneys was faint and the scenery was pleasant.
In the blink of an eye, under the cover of the night, the silver dragon arrived above a city.
It was night time, but all kinds of lights lit up the city below as if it was daytime. It was as if there was no darkness.
Looking down, Garen saw his own lifelike sculpture in the bustling city.
A majestic dragon with a ring of black scales on its neck stood with its head raised.
Until today.
Garen was still regarded as the Grand Duchy of Shermo, no, the Dragon Aspect of the current Kingdom of Shermo. Although Garen had stopped asking about it a long time ago, there were still various legends about Garen left in this place. Some of the new and aggressive countries did not dare to attack the Kingdom of Shermo because they could not confirm the authenticity of the legends.
