Braydon Neal and Wilma Nilles were enveloped in a thick white fog.
The atmosphere grew tense as the two drew their swords, scanning their surroundings with heightened vigilance.
Suddenly, the fog began to dissipate, leaving only a thin layer blanketing the ground. Both Braydon and Wilma turned their gazes forward simultaneously.
Their eyes locked on the scene ahead, and Wilma's expression grew even more solemn.
"This is... Sakura Dragon," she said gravely.
"Rumor has it that a 10,000-year-old peachwood tree, nurtured by an extraordinary encounter, transformed into this terrifying being. It faces a lightning tribulation every 100 years."
As Wilma explained, Braydon's eyes shifted toward the massive dead tree before them.
Its roots were anchored in the ground, shrouded in lingering white fog. A long, dragon-shaped branch spiraled around the trunk.