Crimson Flame

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds.
Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here—
Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam;
Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts.
Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger;
Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light.
The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings.
And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

Pillar of Yita

For dragons, creatures with lifespans nearing infinity, it is difficult to determine whether they are old, young, or middle-aged, even though they indeed experienced youth.


But for Toragotos, sprawled in the very center of the palace, at least by appearance, he was a dragon that had grown old.


Over his long life, wrinkles gradually crept up his cheeks, converging below the raised brow bones or above the corners of the eyes and the slightly curved lips, resembling flowing streams that wound towards the deep caverns of his eye sockets.


In that dark shadow, there were a pair of golden eyes, as if about to extinguish. And similarly to a human, the giant dragon had grown a long silver beard beneath his jowls that trembled with each thunderous breath.


One claw lay over the other, motionless, as he sprawled atop a mountain of Gold Coins, almost as if asleep, occasionally lifting an eyelid to cast a golden gaze at the people in the hall.


Chapter 169: Chosen One