The valley that cleaved through the Alpen-Draconia Mountains knew nothing of mercy. The winds that howled through the jagged peaks did not merely carry the biting chill of the heights; they bore an ancient, primordial silence—a haunting warning to any soul brave enough to cross the threshold between the realm of men and the sovereign domain of the Dragon Clan. In this desolate expanse, the snow did not fall gently; it lashed against the earth, a testament to the honest and brutal laws of nature that governed these forgotten heights.
