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Draconic wings were left at the site of the battlefield. Familiar to many, but horrifying to all. A gruesome scene in which the maiming of a proud beast took place, and a trail of blood suggested that wasn't their end.
Their meeting was a bloody, brutal one- one that'd be whispered by the residents of this vast, green continent.
The Shimmering Dragon was gone.
A non-magi, neutral courier carries a message to the doorstep of Osrona, along with a large package.
The clipped wings of Mei Alder.
"I owe some of you a favor, so I'll return it now.
Your dragon is alive. Feel free to come get her.
Just know you'll be introduced to true dragons should you set foot on the mountain.
Not like most of you haven't already."
Atop the Coat was a strange, glowing violet energy.
"Time is running thin. Make haste, Osrona."
- Veero Naysien
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