When it was evening and the sunset glow was like fire.
Garen had already learned a lot about Faerun's current situation from the immemorial Blue Dragon.
Garen smacked his lips as he looked up at the city floating in the sky.
"The Grand Arcanists who knew me back then, if they were still alive, would probably be the elders of the nether Empire."
Garen decided to go to the floating city closest to him and ask about the situation with ioram.
Although the ancient blue Dragon had lived for more than a thousand years and had seen a lot, he certainly did not know more about his family than the Grand Arcanists of Nethery.
senior, you're welcome to visit the Dragon fjord at any time.
In the end, under the watchful eyes of the blue Dragons, the silver Dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky. The flapping of its wings set off a gust of wind, causing some of the younger Blue Dragons to lose their balance.
"Patriarch, just how powerful is this senior?"
