At Mount Faelor.
467 years ago, a Female Fire Dragon titled 'The Flame Lord' took over this place.
The black crater emitted thick smoke.
Below the mountain was a dense forest, but it was eerily quiet.
Every creature larger than a rabbit had been devoured by a nest of dragons residing in the volcano.
Yes, a nest.
'Gurgle', the belly of the young red dragon Syrilia growled.
He cautiously followed behind his brother Quintocart.
"Ah, it's hard to even find a rabbit around here now." Syrilia slumped to the ground in hunger.
He couldn't take another step.
His brother Quintocart turned back, baring his teeth and said: "Get up! Do you want to starve to death?"
"Mother isn't bringing back much food now."
"She might chase us away soon!"
"But we have a last chance, if we can go to The Six Great Empires as the revered Dragon of National Revitalization, hehehe!"
"Huh?"
"Ah."
"Ah!"
Syrilia let out three consecutive "ah"s, making Quintocart roll his eyes.
