The wind howled among the enormous trees over 300 meters tall that marked the boundary between the possible and the impossible.
Here, at the edge of the Diamond ring forest, the air itself seemed charged with a different energy, denser, more ancient.
Sunlight refracted into millions of fragments as it passed through the enormous crystalline mountain that rose like a silent guardian between two worlds: the Platinum ring that the strongest humans could traverse, and the Diamond ring, where only dragons reigned without dispute.
Inside the mountain lay the ring, one of the 10 he needed.
Three rings gleamed on his left hand, each emitting a distinct radiance. The first was the original ring from the center of Yano, extracted from the first seed. The other two, one of aquamarine crystal and another of twisted metal that seemed to trap currents of air, were trophies from past victories against young dragons, guardians of mana arteries similar to this one.
