Black Domain Continent, Cinder Earth Canyon.
The Dragonwing Race's territory, the Dragon Court, stood atop the most precipitous peak.
Through repeated expeditions across worlds, the Dragonwing Race had risen and fallen here many times. They had known the glory of becoming a regional overlord, and the humiliation of retreating to the Minor World after an encirclement by other races nearly annihilated their army.
Every inch of rock in this land had been steeped in the Dragonwing Race's blood and fire.
Dark golden patterns ran across the canyon's rock walls as a result, overlapping like dragon scales.
Rebuilt several times, the Dragon Court still bore traces of the fierce fighting against the Buried Bone Clan. Ice crystals formed during battles against the Storm Clan remained embedded in the cracks of its palace pillars... Every scar was a medal, recording the iron resolve this race had forged through expedition after expedition across worlds.
Now, in this age, a new expedition had begun.
The Dragon Court City, once reduced to ruins, had been rebuilt by this generation of the Dragonwing Race.
A brand-new blood-red banner rose in the city's center. Its gilded dragon design snapped in the gale, its raised head seeming to roar a challenge at this world, announcing their return.
Every member of the Dragonwing Race understood: this new expedition was not about recreating past glory, but fighting for a broader future of their own amid the surging current of countless competing races.
Each generation lifted up the next. What mattered was not standing at the summit, but the climb itself.
As their ancestral maxim said: dragon flame never dies; it burns only toward the heavens.
Many new functional facilities had risen within the Clan Territory.
In the Dragon-Forging Workshop beside the Dragon's Rest Temple, furnaces breathed orange-red flames as young