Anzeta Great Wilderness, Dragon Blood Mountain—although the North has already entered winter, the surroundings of this towering mountain remain shrouded in steaming heat.
"Roar——"
A resonant Dragon's Roar shook the heavens as the colossal Red Dragon tore through space, appearing atop the mountain amidst flames and dense smoke.
"Finally, I've returned."
Feeling the familiar, all-encompassing sensation of control, Cassius revealed a contented smile and finally relaxed completely.
This was absolute security—in his Imperial Region, not even a deity could threaten him.
The saying goes, "A golden nest or silver nest is inferior to one's own den." Though the North Aisier was rich in Magic Energy, it simply could not compare to Anzeta—the place where he had grown step by step, in his heart.
After spending several months in the North Aisier Plains, Cassius had finally returned to Anzeta, to his familiar Imperial Region.
