Once the Battle of Minds was won, the dragon rider had succeeded.
Liszt ran his fingers over the Royal Blue Sapphire Dragon Ryze's beautiful blue scales, which were gradually returning to their original state, his heart heavy with the sense of harvest.
That thread of fate in the unseen realm that had bound Ryze had vanished without a trace.
New threads of fate flickered into being around him, but he did not examine them closely. He had spent nearly half a year rushing about for Ryze's sake. Now, he needed to rest and catch his breath.
He flipped down from the Dragon Tooth Platform.
He began circling the sleeping Royal Blue Sapphire Dragon, scrutinizing it carefully and admiring every curve of its body and every scale.
"Ryze, oh Ryze. Though you're unconscious, that brief connection in which our minds became one has still let me understand you to a certain degree. Not only can you produce precious royal blue sapphires, but you are also a powerful aid in battle. At only two hundred years old, you can protect the Flame Family for at least another six hundred years!"
It was said that once dragons passed eight hundred years of age and entered old age, they would leave the nations that had supported them and fly to Dragon Valley, whose location no one knew, where they would quietly await the end of their lives.
At present, most of Liszt's dragons were still fairly young.
The Bone Dragon—its age was unknown. After all, it was an anomaly among dragons, impossible to classify as a Metal Dragon, Gem Dragon, or Elemental Dragon, nor as a Holy Dragon or Evil Dragon.
The Light Green Gem Dragon—over four hundred years old.
The Gray Cast Iron Dragon—over three hundred years old.
The Orichalcum Dragon—over two hundred