Conifer Valley, Dire Bear Ridge.
Golden dawn illuminated the rocks, grass, and trees, gilding them with a brilliant sheen.
Garos pinched Fairy Dragon Vera by the scruff of her neck with one claw, lifting her before him like a kitten. He leaned in to inspect her closely and asked, "You're saying you came from the Fey Wilds?"
The Fairy Dragon's tail drooped as she nodded.
Garos smacked his lips. He had not expected this little thing to have such a background.
The Fey Wilds.
Also known as the Fairy Wilds, it was a planar realm inhabited by all kinds of Fae creatures, and it was far from some obscure minor plane.
On the contrary, it was quite famous, with numerous gods of miniature races dwelling within it.
At that moment.
Information about the structure of worlds and planes surfaced in Garos's mind.
Simply put.
Planes were collections of worlds.
Countless different worlds sat close together like bubbles, forming planes according to similar traits.
The world Garos currently inhabited belonged to the Material Plane.
The Material Plane was the foundation of all other planes. Its elements were the most balanced, making it the most suitable plane for all races and living beings to inhabit and develop. Other planes often possessed distinct characteristics that made them better suited for creatures with certain specific attributes.
For example, the notorious Abyssal Plane was the domain of Demons.
The Fey Wilds, meanwhile, were the territory of the Fae.
"From what she said, she was swept into the Material Plane by accident because of her curiosity, and because of that same curiosity, I caught her."
"A Fairy Dragon's curiosity is like an Evil Dragon's arrogance and conceit."
"Her innate curiosity led her step by step to where she is now, making her my prisoner."
Garos stared