Draconiy Korol

Everyone walked silently. Suddenly, a sight of icy blue caught their eyes, a truly breathtaking scene.

They had assumed the tundra would be a land blanketed in thick snow, but it turned out to be quite literal—a continent formed entirely of ice, pure water frozen into a massive expanse.

"Here." Landon halted his steps.

"Ah? Where?" Mateo looked around at the barren surroundings.

"Up there." Landon raised his head.

"Although Dragon Island is independent, it's not a separate realm; it still exists within the Material Plane. The best hiding place would be where nobody ventures, and dragons naturally soar to heights beyond the reach of any mortal being. Hence, it's the high altitude above the tundra."

"Only you and I have the capability to reach there," Balian remarked.

"That's not necessarily true," Landon smiled and glanced around.