Dragons descended from the sky, their wings sweeping across the heavens like banners that blotted out the sun.
They were creatures of legend. Since the mortal nations had begun keeping historical records, dragons had always been an important part of countless tales and even myths. Yet they were more than mere legends—unverifiable eyewitness accounts and inexplicable "traces of dragon visits" left across the world seemed to prove that these powerful creatures truly existed, lingering at the edges of the known world and watching its development with some unknown purpose.
Thus, everyone from revered masters of mysticism to street-corner bards had studied the secrets behind these rulers of the sky in their own ways. Some analyzed absurd folktales, while others pored over ancient royal scrolls day and night. They sought tangible proof of dragonkind's existence, and some had even attempted, for their own reasons, to communicate with these powerful and mysterious beings—but all such efforts had ultimately failed.
The truth was that, since the dawn of civilization, no power had ever truly come into contact with dragons. No one had even publicly proven that dragons existed.
Until today, when the dragons truly came.
And they had come specifically for a meeting...
The situation was so bizarre that it surpassed even the imaginations of the bards who specialized in spinning dragon tales. Even the most outrageous playwrights would not have dared put such a script onstage. Yet it was happening before everyone's eyes, and the shock was so immense that the delegates did not know whether to cry out or rise to applaud in welcome, whether the scene was awe-inspiring or absurdly comical. In their bewilderment, they missed their chance to stand and applaud. The dragon flock that had descended from the heavens had already landed in the open ground beyond the