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Dragon's wings swept across the sky, and the pale golden glow of the sunset seemed to be cleaved apart by the enormous wings, turning into countless shimmering gleams plated across the broad, majestic blue scales. Torrents of magic condensed along the edges of the dragon's wings into ribbon-like traces of faint light, sketching a magnificent arc between the clouds and clear sky—riding ripples of magic, the ruler of the skies crossed the continent's borders, crossed the endless sea, crossed the ever-raging Storm Barrier, and sped toward the Far North Realm beneath the glorious radiance of the giant sun on the horizon.

The cold wind howled. The biting air of the far north signaled that her destination was near. The blue dragon lowered her altitude slightly, and her enormous pale golden Vertical Pupils reflected the many icebergs drifting across the Arctic Sea, as well as all manner of permanent alloy constructs jutting out from the sea surface. Some weak, harmless creatures frolicked atop those icebergs and platforms. When the dragon's shadow swept overhead, some immediately dove into the sea to hide, while others simply stared blankly at the sky, as if they had no idea what fear was.

Sheets of floating ice sped backward through her vision. The surroundings grew colder and colder, but then, suddenly, the amount of ice dwindled greatly, while the temperature rose unnaturally. The blue dragon slowed slightly, and at the edge of her vision, a magnificent continent floated upon the open, tranquil sea surface between the glaciers.

It was a land far smaller than the Loren Continent, yet it still possessed towering mountains, forests, and rivers. Countless elegant towers with a metallic sheen stood along its edges, electric arcs leaping between them as light flowed across their surfaces.

Above all this, a colossal shield grand enough