[Third Person's POV]
Dragon Valley.
A domain separate from the mortal world, cloaked in mist and shrouded by ancient magic that not even the bravest dared to breach. The realm where the dragons once thrived in unity now lay in eerie silence, its vibrant lands long since faded into a shadow of their former glory. At its heart, the Dragon's Throne, a colossal peak that pierced the heavens, radiated with a faint yet foreboding energy.
As the roar of the Black Dragon King subsided, the valley seemed to pulse with life once more, as if the very land had been holding its breath for eons. The ancient sigils etched into the rocks began to glow faintly, their patterns shifting to form an intricate web of power that connected the realm to forces beyond comprehension.
And then, there was a disturbance.
