The Voyagers were not natives of this planet. They were merely passersby—in the Dragon God's distant, faded memories, memories so blurred that even a god found them indistinct, this planet's ancient age had been a world far more in line with Gawain's "fantasy imagination," a world with no orbital megastructures, satellite networks, or space stations.
It had been a world of swords and magic, kingdoms and dragons.
"...Back then, the Loren Continent was slightly closer to the Arctic than it is today—the entire Civilized World was colder than it is in this era. Dragons were the first to multiply and establish their kingdom in Tarlonnd, while several other sentient races lived on the Loren Continent and two other landmasses. At first, they were scattered among nearly a hundred tribes and small nations, then they became several larger alliances or empires. For a long time, the dragons of Tarlonnd shared this world with the other races..."
"You said two other landmasses?" Gawain could not help interrupting the Dragon God's account. "Were they the lands now located east and west of the Loren Continent?"
"Yes." The Dragon God nodded. "The mortals of the Loren Continent no longer know they exist, but in the ancient language of dragons, they were called 'Caldo' and 'Moor,' respectively. Caldo, west of the Loren Continent, was the ancient homeland of the Silver Elves... but that was tens of thousands of years ago."
Gawain's heart began to pound—every piece of ancient knowledge the Dragon God mentioned in passing was an enormous gain to him!
"So the elves really migrated to Loren from another continent west of the sea?!" he asked. "Then do you know why the Primal Elves migrated to the Loren Continent in the first place?"
"Unfortunately... even dragons could not monitor the entire world without interruption.