Deep within the desolate and rugged Border Area, Dragon Valley stands tall and imposing.
The piercing cold wind and blizzard fail to penetrate the towering and solid walls of the valley; only scattered snowflakes, like sifted jade fragments, fall gently, adorning this habitat of the Dragon Group.
White Dragon Trish picked up the transmission device that had dulled and tucked it back into the warm and safe crevice beneath her neck scales.
She slightly raised her head, gazing towards the sky filled with swirling wind and snow. Her mood was exceedingly joyful, even unable to restrain a low rumbling sound of satisfaction escaping her throat.
"Galos has always regarded that batch of Black Oil Crystals as highly significant."
The White Dragon lightly shook her tail, her thoughts racing as she pondered the deeper meaning of the Dragon Group leader's intentions.
