The fragrant morning air of Dragon Valley was filled with an unusual aroma. It was a curious scent, like flowers, yet with a refreshing hint that was utterly invigorating.
If there was truly a place in this world where even the air was sweet, it would probably be here.
Complementing this was an enchanting, dreamlike landscape.
Springs cascaded down from the mountains, dew rippled on the green leaves, sparkling with a soft glow.
The whole world seemed to be imbued with a brand-new hue, even more breathtaking than when they had arrived just the day before.
The birds chirping among the trees sounded like a melody echoing by their ears.
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Early in the morning, Archil Norman had brought Evilia and the other Dragon Clan members responsible for taking care of Gray's party and stood quietly in the courtyard, waiting.
After a night of revelry, the Silver Moon Knight Order, including the dwarves, did not oversleep. They were already lined up in the courtyard early in the morning.
