Veyra trembled where she stood, her entire body responding instinctively to the primal presence above.
Dragons had existed in this world about four to five hundred years ago at most, and even then they were rare.
Elyon's legendary smithy in the Winter region had been built upon the foundation of ancient Dragon bones, their skeletal remains forming the structure itself, at least that was what the goddess had told her and she trusted her goddess.
The bones were so impossibly durable that mere mortal weapons couldn't dream of even scratching their surface, let alone penetrating.
But she grit her teeth hard, forcing down the fear.
"My goddess… please lend me some of your power." She whispered.
A euphoric, overwhelming feeling flooded her entire body as divinity poured into her from Kyone.
