On the Mycroft Continent.
The Church of the Seven Gods, the Sacred Mountain in the distant sea.
The old Pope stood at the peak of the mountain as he looked through the gloomy clouds dyed golden by the setting sun, staring into the distance.
Igor was looking at everything such as the breeze and also the increasing number of the Pentashade Dragons far away from him. Nothing escaped his sharp eyes.
The number of the Berserk Dragon Legion by the borders of the gray island Aida was growing day by day as the wars across the continent calmed. Before that, they were not able to seal off the regions around the island. However, their number had grown so much that they had conquered all regions surrounding the island.
