Dragon Ring Cliff

"Lok Vah Koor!"

Ryan, holding the Saint Dragon's Jaw, shouted those words in Dragon Language.

It was a Dragon Language Magic spell he had just learned from the Great Elder Kha Bazan—Purifying Sky.

Ryan's roar was like thunder, piercing through the layers of fog, wind, and snow ahead.

The blizzard that had surrounded Skalasst Peak for a thousand years abruptly subsided.

"It worked! Our clan's Dragon Priests also understand Dragon Language Magic, but the Purifying Sky they shout is too weak and can only last around ten seconds. Unlike you, they cannot directly calm a blizzard. As expected, only one acknowledged by the Saint Dragon King can unleash the full power of the Purifying Sky dragon tongue."

There was a trace of barely detectable fanaticism in Great Elder Kha Bazan's eyes. He spoke such a long speech in the common tongue, and did so quite fluently.

Ryan scratched his head. "Should we keep going? I should be able to manage on my own, actually..."

"No. We must pay homage to our ancestors' ruins, and we must also protect you, the Child of Prophecy."

Kha Bazan said solemnly, "Not only does our Dragon-Man clan live here, but so do those detestable Crow People raiders from Cold Swan Peak. With the blizzard gone, the Crow People of Cold Swan Peak will surely notice something unusual."

Ryan gave a hum of acknowledgment.

The group continued onward. There was no mountain path left now, only cliffs completely covered in ice and snow.

Fortunately, Ryan's group was strong, and after being activated by the ancient dragon language, the Saint Dragon's Jaw temporarily offset the obscure gravity blanketing Skalasst Peak. Their climb went relatively smoothly.

After an unknown amount of time, they reached Skalasst's summit—the true peak of the world.

Before them stood a circular cliff