The sunset had already sunk to the farthest reaches of the sky, and the moon had just risen, but the territory at the foot of the Dragon Nest Mountain Range was never engulfed by darkness.
In the distant forest, birds that should have been resting flapped their wings as they flew low, sweeping across each domain of the sky.
The beasts that should have returned to their nests treaded softly through the forest, gazing at every inch of space on the land. These creatures were the eyes and voices of the Dragon Group, always with active members guarding the Giant Dragon's nest.
The camps of several monster tribes below the Dragon Nest Mountain were enclosed with huge logs and ablaze with fire. The torches and lamps made from special resin in the forest could burn for the first half of the night, then be replaced with new lights by the guarding beloved ones to ensure the Dragon's nest was always surrounded by brightness.
