Five months passed by in the blink of an eye.
The sky of the ice plains of the extreme north was still in a state of polar day, taken over by the sun and light. At this time, white snow was flying, and the cold wind was whistling in the sunlight.
The Black Sun sculpture that was being searched by the priests and Paladins of the Church of Light was still quietly waiting at the bottom of a deep Rift Valley that garen had thrown down.
At the same time, with the passage of time, in the ice cliff territory, in the Dragon's Nest, a sleeping behemoth was slowly waking up and opening its Platinum Dragon eyes.
A bright light shot out from his eyes, and garen's consciousness woke up from the chaos.
He moved his body, and dust fell from the Dragon scales, forming a circle of gray marks.
this time's growth in deep sleep ... I've slept for five months."
Garen shook his head and chased out the last bit of sleepiness in his mind.
