In the vast temporary refuge, Dragonkin who have awakened from their dormant mental state gather together, dragging their weary and scarred bodies. The giant sun gradually reaches the zenith in the sky; even in this cold land at the north and south poles, its warmth slightly dispels the chill entrenched in the ruins of battle—though the cold wind still blows ceaselessly across the land, Melita Ponia feels a hint of reassurance and warmth within the sanctuary.
She's unsure whether this feeling comes from the towering walls around her, though battered, still standing tall, or from the sight of her surviving compatriots.
