After leaving the Hall of Justice, David, too lazy to walk or fly, immediately led his companions back into the carriage. Brandishing his tail to intimidate the two shivering mares, they raced towards the territory of the Duke of Silver.
Twilight was just beginning to show. From a distance, at the edge of the territory, there hadn't seemed much to see. But as their carriage drew nearer, the forest within the city seemed to shimmer. Ancient trees, hundreds or even thousands of years old, stood tall within, their leaves like emeralds gleaming with morning dew. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, sounding like little elves whispering prayers—an enchanting sight that made even David, who had become a Red Dragon, click his tongue in wonder.
Soon, their gaze was captured by the silver castle standing proudly on the mountain peak—the home of the Elf Lord, the Duke of Silver.
