In the Realm of Advancement, two serpentine dragons, one massive and the other a mere fraction of its size, soared in silent harmony above a sprawling, verdant forest.
These were Shenlong and Thorn.
Shenlong, a being of pure grace, moved with the unhurried elegance of a mountain,
while Thorn, though smaller, flew with a newfound strength, the transformation a part of his talent Dragon-born, which consumed the essence of hope.
But this consumption was miniscule compared to the essence of hope being collected from billion of lifeforms.
As they flew, a system panel flickered to life before Thorn's eyes, a gentle chiming sound alerting him to an incoming video call.
It was from Anaske.
A genuine smile touched Thorn's lips, and he quickly accepted the connection.
It had been months since he had last spoken with his son, and a pang of fatherly affection mixed with a hint of nostalgia filled him.
