It was a warm, sunny, and exciting day in the Dragon Kingdom.
The streets buzzed with life as droves of dragonfolk moved along the same direction, their chatter rising above the rhythmic clatter of clawed feet on stone.
Inside a cozy coffee shop tucked near the plaza, one particularly clueless individual sipped their drink and glanced outside, then turned to the shopkeeper with a puzzled expression.
"Why's the street so lively today?" they asked curiously.
The shopkeeper froze mid-wipe of a mug and gave the customer a look of sheer disbelief, as if he were staring at an idiot. "Are you living under a rock?" he scoffed.
The man frowned, setting down the cup with a small thud. "You could just tell me instead of mocking my knowledge, you know."
"Our prince is challenging one of the Four Dragon Lords, the strongest Rank Seven Dragons," the shopkeeper said proudly, thumping his chest as his dragon tail rose.
"The strongest Rank Seven Dragons?" the man mumbled incredulously.
