Dragons were a concept too distant to be real in the minds of the common people.
Only the ancient higher-ups remembered the whispers passed down from their ancestors. Whispers that came with a heavy burden. The reason dragons had been declared forbidden.
In a particular ancient chamber, five elderly men gathered around a circular obsidian table, their expressions somber and filled with unease.
"What is this nonsense? Is one of our youths playing around or trying to create trouble?" one of the elders bellowed, his long silver beard trembling as he slammed his hand against the armrest of his chair. His eyes blazed with anger, but underneath, a flicker of fear lingered.
The other elders exchanged worried glances, their brows furrowed. One of them shook his head slowly and spoke.
