A Frost Dragon appeared in Lierte Forest.
Aura, Lord of the Glaciers, was inspecting the territory it had not returned to for a long time.
This place had changed drastically.
With a beat of its wings, Aura flew beside an old oak tree in Lierte Forest. This old oak stood thirty meters tall and was the largest tree in Lierte Forest.
Ever since it had come here and possessed memories, this forest had been the icy world it loved.
Though the old oak had not died, it had never grown leaves due to the cold, remaining bare and naked all year round.
Yet now, this old oak radiated vitality, its branches thick with lush leaves.
Aura spoke, "Medlan, I know you're here."
"Medlan, come out."
When there was still no movement nearby after a long while, Aura suddenly opened its huge jaws and tore off one of the old oak's branches...
The taste of oak branches and leaves was clearly not very good. The Frost Dragon spat out every remaining oak leaf from its mouth, its platinum-white pupils sweeping across the surroundings.
"Hm? Could he not be here? It's only been three hundred years. He shouldn't be dead."
Aura wore a puzzled expression. Back then, that druid had always guarded this oak tree. It was said to be a special kind of oak called a silver oak.
But Aura's puzzled look swiftly turned to delight. Wearing a smug grin, it said to a figure not far away, "Hehehehe... Medlan, you despicable liar. Didn't expect this, did you? I'm back!"
"I didn't lie to you..."
Along with the old druid's voice, the Frost Dragon suddenly swung its claw.
The old druid seemingly failed to evade the dragon claw and was seized directly in the Ice Dragon's talons. Yet when Aura opened