The Crown of Ice was a matchmaking platform for the Northern dragons. Of course, there were other social activities besides matchmaking. It might have sounded improper, but it was the most important Holy Land of the Northern Dragon Clan.
After all, for a race with such a sparse population, nothing mattered more than reproduction.
Lothar beat his wings, whipping up a gale as he soared over the mountain range. The female dragon, who seemed like a sparrow beside him, carefully followed at his side, gliding on the winds stirred by Lothar's wings.
"So you're not going to the Crown of Ice to find a mate?"
The female dragon was puzzled. Dragons were solitary by nature and not social creatures. Unless it was for courtship and breeding, they rarely gathered together. Violent male dragons in particular were more likely to fight than anything else when assembled.
High Dragons fought to compete for mates and establish their rank; lesser dragon breeds fought to seize one another's bloodlines, gaining intelligence and evolving.
"No. I came from the warm southern lands, and this is my first time setting foot in the north. I don't really know what the Crown of Ice is. An elder merely told me its name."
The dying old dragon had only said that it was a gathering place for young Northern dragons.
"They say the Crown of Ice was a Holy Land created by ancient dragon elders using relics left behind by the Ancient Gods. Spiritual Power in the outside world is growing thinner by the day, but that place has retained some of its ancient character. Without the Crown of Ice, it would be difficult for new ancient dragons to be born in this world. With strength like yours, haven't the southern dragons created a similar Holy Land?"
"No.