On the peak of Mont Blanc, another small object fell from the sky.
The Bronze Dragon yawned lazily, intending to swat it like last year, when suddenly a longsword blocked its path.
"Ah, it's you." The vertical golden pupils reflected the old man's figure ahead, "The Transcendent from the East."
"I didn't plan on coming." The old man stroked his beard, "But... you can't keep breaking this thing."
"Why?" The Dragon retracted its tail, "Who sent you? That Time Weaver?"
"The connection between the two worlds is imminent." The old man dodged the question.
"You mean, the world they created in imitation of this one..."
"No, it's their own world." The old man picked up the small cart from the snow, raised two fingers with his right hand, and wiped over the camera on it. The captured information inside was erased and replaced with an image of a "barren Mont Blanc."
He then placed the cart on the ground. After a few seconds, the cart disappeared again.
