The cold wind carried ice crystals, like countless tiny blades, scraping across the vast land.
The world was a blanket of white, only the howling snowstorm reigning over everything.
This place was vastly different from the thunderous and electrically charged realm the Blue Dragons were accustomed to; here, it was the Border Area, enveloped and swept by endless snowstorms.
A sizable Dragon Group was currently flying low over this unfamiliar snowy plain.
The snow light highlighted the leader's sky-blue scales, as beautiful as fragments of a clear sky - it was Blue Dragon Zoraya.
Every powerful stroke of her Dragon Wings tore through the piercing cold wind, followed by over twenty young dragons and dragon hatchlings, much smaller than her in size.
Among them, the Blue Dragons were the most numerous, interspersed with a few young Evil Dragon hatchlings of other kinds.
