The deep woods in the Northern part of the West Way territory were silent, buried under a heavy, pristine blanket of mid-winter snow.
Here, the grand slate walls of the palace were nothing but a dark silhouette against the distant, jagged mountain peaks. The air was thin, biting, and smelled entirely of ancient pine needle resin and frozen earth.
A sudden, silent distortion rippled through the frost-laden air.
He didn't walk into the forest; he simply materialized out of the shapeless fog of the upper realms.
The Dragon God stood amidst the towering pine trees, his ethereal, towering form clad in robes the color of starlight and midnight smoke. His eyes, vast and glowing with the ancient, terrifying wisdom of cosmic cycles, blinked slowly as he looked toward the distant valley.
He had come to take a peek. Just a single, silent glimpse at the life Arinya was living after The End since that wasn't included in the book.
