-DARK CONTINENT-
-DRAGON CLAN'S TERRITORY-
A pair of boots trudged to the ends of the sacred halls of Rezenia's kin. The echoes of the footsteps were a complete contradiction to the sacred hallway that had witnessed countless dynasties rise and fall among the royal bloodline in the dragon's den.
Walls and floors made of riches, the nymphs from the land below sang about, gleamed like the sun around the young man striding through the columns of the hallway. Reflecting in his eyes, which held a good amount of stardust of golden specks, were centuries he had witnessed the Dark Continent fall and rise.
But the shadows beneath the swirling swarm of golden specks were not seeing the past of the three realms making up the whole of the Dark Continent – the man was seeing the present with gritted teeth and a deep knot lodged between his perfectly carved brows.