The journey to the Draconic Kingdom was fraught with peril and mystery. The dense forest surrounding them was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant howl of a nocturnal creature. Renzor led the way with purpose, his steps confident and unwavering. Nabil and Agatha floated behind, their spectral forms casting a faint glow in the dim light.
As they traveled, Agatha couldn't shake her curiosity. "Renzor, why the Draconic Kingdom?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
"I want to get stronger," Renzor replied simply, his gaze fixed ahead. "And there is no better place to train in the Draconic realm, as time moves three times faster than of the mortal realms."
"So that's why you chose the Draconic Kingdom?" Nabil questioned, intrigued.
