The path beyond the Dragon's Fang Pass was no ordinary mountain trail. Draconia did not recognize the utility of asphalt or the cold rigidity of human concrete. Instead, the path was constructed from ancient granite slabs, each laid with a precision that defied the passage of eons, winding along the jagged spine of the mountains like the scales of a dormant titan. To the left, a precipice plummeted thousands of meters into a swirling sea of clouds—a vast, white ocean that ebbed and flowed like waves of cotton. To the right, the sheer cliff faces were adorned with monolithic carvings depicting the storied history of the dragon-kin. These were silent chronicles of a time when dragons ruled the skies long before humans had even learned the secret of kindling fire.
