In the sky, the silver Dragon circled and swooped down.
Garen was like a huge white shooting star, falling to the ground with a trail of flames.
It only took a few blinks of an eye to appear above the Grand Canyon and land on the peak of a snowy mountain with a loud bang. Its powerful dragon claws firmly gripped the rugged and steep rock snow wall.
At the foot of the snowy mountain, the battlefield between the narrow passages of the Grand Canyon suddenly fell silent.
Wolf howls filled with excitement, joy, worship, and awe rose and fell, as if they were welcoming the arrival of the great true dragon. The frost Giants and their trolls and Ogre servants were pale, and their bodies trembled under the rolling, almost tangible Dragon's might.
The silver Dragon stood quietly at the peak of the snowy mountain. The Dragon wings that blocked the wind and snow slowly retracted. It lowered its eyes and looked down.
