In the large valley, Lin Mu immediately sensed tens of powerful presences all around. Even though he could not see them, the pressure they exuded made it clear: he was being watched by many.
The drakes landed gracefully, their claws cracking the frost but leaving no mark on the ice itself. One of them turned to him and spoke again.
"Wait here," it said. "Our Elder will speak with you."
Lin Mu bowed slightly. "Understood."
The three drakes then turned and disappeared into the icy valley, their massive bodies blending with the frost until they became indistinguishable from the landscape.
Now alone, Lin Mu stood in silence, surrounded by cold and ancient majesty. The valley pulsed faintly with life, an energy unlike anything he had ever felt before in the cold lands like this; pure, ancient, and untouched by the corruption of man.
Little Shrubby growled softly beside him, his flames flickering brighter as if challenging the cold.
"Easy," Lin Mu said quietly. "We are guests here."
