The Northern Glaciers, Realm of the White Dragon Albiria
Over the past two years, the region had seen little change. Unlike many other races, dragons perceived time on a much grander scale, knowing they would grow stronger over the years without the need for deliberate efforts to increase their power.
For a dragon, the best way to grow stronger was to let the creatures within their territory hunt and provide them with nourishing prey, consuming them and then sleeping peacefully. The fact that her offspring had already reached the strength to hunt and feed themselves had eradicated the last remnants of maternal instincts within her.
If Ülgen hadn't charmed her with his sweet words and regularly presented her with magical beast carcasses, she might have disregarded their three-year pact and beaten her five offspring to death before expelling them from her domain. After all, what was a pact? If she broke the promise made to her children, which white dragon would come to stop her?
