Settling the Dragons

The heavy atmosphere inside the Old Valley held its breath as the titanic black gates of the Dragon's Pit slowly ground open.

Dozens of newly stationed dragon keepers, armored guards, and the two steel-clad knights stood at a strict, awe-struck distance along the upper iron walkways.

Not a single mortal soul remained on the main ground floor; every human had cleared out, leaving the colossal stone hall completely vacant for the arrival of its apex residents.

The primary entrance was gargantuan—looming over forty meters high and wide enough to easily accommodate twice the massive frame of Chaosbringer without forcing the 5th-Tier beast to tuck his wings.

Craig walked smoothly across the threshold, his black coat fluttering against the warm, geothermal draft rising from within the building. Directly behind his heels, the three dragons fell into single file with magnificent, quiet discipline.