Duke Balogar stood at the edge of the terrace, where the mountain peaks of the northern ranges soared into the clouds, shrouded by mist and swirling snow, combining to form a painting in which all boundaries seemed blurred. Within such an expansive view, even the stone-built terrace appeared to merge subtly with the sky, as if with just one step forward, he could blend into this endless and spacious panorama.
A steady and powerful voice came from behind the terrace: "Grand Duke, the handover from the Dragon Blood Council has been completed."
Balogar, the ruler of the Sacred Dragon Kingdom, withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to nod slightly at Sir Golosh Hickel, who had just stepped onto the terrace: "Hmm, thank you for your hard work."
"Has the final moment arrived?" Sir Golosh Hickel, whose beard was thick and whose stature was tall, looked at the Dragonblood Grand Duke with a complex and indescribable expression, "Are you about to depart?"
