Ysera rolled her eyes at Rowan, thinking that this was all utter nonsense.
Who would willingly spend ten thousand years in an isolated place if they had any choice?
The Emerald Dream was a reflection of the natural world, rich in the power of nature. Those whose professions involved commanding and using that power could communicate with nature spirits here, improving their affinity with nature and strengthening themselves.
But it was still far too lonely. Ysera spent most of her energy maintaining the Emerald Dream.
In ancient times, the four Dragon Aspects had all been spirited young men and women.
They had been the finest members of their respective dragon tribes. Their bravery in the war against the ancient proto-dragon Galakrond had earned them the favor of the Titan Keepers.
To preserve Azeroth's stability, the Titan Keepers had decided to entrust some of the Titans' power to the dragons, granting divine power to Ysera, Alexstrasza, Malygos, and Neltharion.
Apart from the emerald green dragons, the other three great dragon tribes had all developed political systems ruled by dragon kings.
Only Ysera had acted like a naive little fool, working for Guardian Freya without pay and leading the emerald green dragons into the Emerald Dream to preserve the harmony of that natural plane.
When the Emerald Dream first came into being, it had actually been an extremely stable natural plane. Unfortunately, cracks had appeared over time, and the Old Gods had tried to corrupt that sacred realm with shadow and tainted flesh.
From the moment the Old Gods had meddled with the Emerald Dream, Ysera had never been as happy as before.
To keep the Dream's portals stable, Ysera had worked all year without a break. Whenever a portal in the plane of reality fluctuated, she had to be the first