The cold wind from the coastline howled across the wasteland, sweeping up dust that had only just cooled. The giant sun cast its slanting radiance over the scarred earth, coating even the dragons' scales in rippling halos of light. The blue dragon who had just awakened from her slumber stood blankly amid the shocking ruins. For the first few minutes, she remained in a daze of, Who am I? Where am I? Who beat me up like this? And who did I beat up?
A fierce gust blew past, and Melita instinctively swayed her long neck. A round, pitch-black object was blown down from a nearby mound of earth. Perhaps by coincidence—or even fate—she discovered that it was part of the lamp from her bedroom.
"Where's my house... Where's my huge house... And my dragon nest? My balcony... I..."
Her mind, only just beginning to function again, could not process such an overwhelming amount of information. The blue dragon, freshly awakened from slumber, fell into a brief state of mental chaos. But as time passed, a dragon's powerful constitution began to show itself. The damage to her nervous system rapidly healed, and those hazy, dreamlike memories gradually became clear at last, revealing their true forms through absurd and twisted impressions. The stunned, confused look on Melita's face was slowly replaced by silence. Her gaze turned solemn, and when she looked upon the ruins before her again, she seemed like an entirely different dragon.
Just then, the sound of beating wings came from nearby, pulling Melita from her thoughts.
The blue dragon lady abruptly raised her head and looked toward the sound. The next second, her eyes filled with delight—a familiar, snow-white figure was gliding through the sky, looking around as though searching for something. Melita could not help letting out