Morning light pierced through the thin mist covering the marble floor of Ring 0 in the Dragon Kingdom. The air felt cold and damp. Along the main path, massive stone pillars with golden dragon carvings spiraling to their peaks stood tall. White dragon statues on the left and right sides of the road seemed to watch every move of the arriving guests.
Zavlan walked at the very front. He wore a purple tunic with intricate gold thread embroidery on the chest. A long red cloak hung from his shoulders, sweeping across the clean marble surface.
"Whuaa... it has been a long time since I have been here.."
Zavlan stretched both arms wide while inhaling the morning air deeply. He turned toward his surroundings with a relaxed glint in his eyes.
"Well, as usual, this place is... quite beautiful, isn't it, Shufa?"
