Snowflakes drifted down from above, landing on the petrified scales and feathers of an ancient dragon. This powerful ancient dragon, once known as the Roseblood Dragon, had now become a colossal stone sculpture, standing tall in the corrupted royal city occupied by the Abyssal races.
Viewed from above, the entire corrupted royal city was encircled by two ring-shaped walls. The outer layer was the Light-Eating Layer, which grew rapidly when exposed to intense sunlight. It had been built to resist the Sun faction. Now, all the extraordinary microorganisms that formed it had died and turned into gray-white stone.
Inside stood a towering black-stone wall. Several hundred meters high, it was not particularly tall to the ancient dragons. Its primary purpose was to withstand the freezing tides. No one wanted their nest frozen into an ice cellar.
Unfortunately, the ancient dragon royal city was now in ruins. Numerous schools had divided the place among themselves. Some came from the Fallen Star, some from regions corrupted by the Abyss, and some from the Void. Their purpose was the same: to understand and explore the Abyss.
That was right. Even the veteran Abyssal races had explored less than five percent of the Abyss. Perhaps only by sitting upon the ancient black throne belonging to the Abyss's master could one understand more than forty percent of it. As for the still vaster regions, they were beyond the comprehension and contact of any rational being. Perhaps only Void anomalies could drift through such places.
Perhaps only after completely comprehending the Abyss and mastering the elements would one learn the ultimate secrets concerning the World Tree of the Void and the several Paradise factions.
The Astral Realm held a particularly interesting paradox: the stronger one became, the more one felt one's own ignorance and insignificance. Many