As the door shut on its own behind him, the veil of darkness was lifted and a gale of wind caressing his skin. There was a blue sky, nearly void of all clouds and a sun that was as vibrant as the land before.
He stood at the entrance of a bustling city that was far beyond the border of this realm. But it was no human city, it was home to the Draconian Race.
He's read of this race in books at the Holy Capital's library; they only reside in a realm created by the Dragon Elders. A realm tailored specifically to the young seeds of the Dragons, a place where even the weakest of residents is at least S rank.
Beneath Draca Mountains, during the adolescence of Dragonhood. A nest for nurturing the greatest of Dragons; the Drakonian Nest.
At the center of Drakonia that reached as if stretched far into the heavens. In this strange foreign city…
That he was a stranger to…
"Ah damnit." He let out as all of the Drakes stared at him where he stood at the entrance to the city.
