Now that the fortress was finally completed, Nicole Nina planned to have a good rest.
Garen stayed alone in the main hall of the fortress, sitting on a towering throne made of ice-blue cold iron. The cold iron Throne was specially made for the true dragon to suit his body and structure, so it was more comfortable to sit on, and a burst of coolness came from the place where he touched it.
Sitting on the cold iron Throne and looking forward from here, he could see the main hall of the fortress at a glance.
The view was good.
The Platinum dragon's eyes reflected the illusory river of time. Garen observed it, his eyes capturing every trace of undetectable ripples and fluctuations, taking it all in, and at the same time quietly feeling the power of time.
After some time.
"Commander of the Wolfheart clan, lang er requests an audience."
A Dragon Ogre guard passed through the passage and knelt on the ground after seeing the silver Dragon.
"Let it in,"
