In an unknown forest, where Death Aura drifted like the wind—ever-present and heavy—a sad, solemn, and mournful essence clung to the air, as if some unspeakable tragedy had taken place.
The forest teemed with shattered trees, yet new growth had already sprouted from the remnants. The dead wood now served as silent nutrients. At every turn, beasts roamed—yet these were no ordinary creatures. Each one bore Draconic features that hinted at ancient power.
This land stretched vast in both length and width, comparable to entire regions of the Origin Continent. Truly, it felt like a world of its own.
Then, without warning, the lone sun hanging overhead blazed brighter—shining with an intense, divine splendour—as new visitors descended into this place. They numbered more than a hundred, scattered across the forest.
This... was the Dragon Ruins.
