The once brutal battlefield, now turned into a land of desolate sand, is now occupied by ghastly creatures formed from the countless bones of elves and the Desolate God's claws who died in battle years ago.
"However, I've discovered a strange creature," said the young Elf Druid with a hesitant expression, revealing her findings.
"The creature seems to be associated with those weaker monsters. Its body is covered with red scales, and it has Dragon Horns on its head. Not only is it powerful, but it can also use Magic, much like the Dragon Descendants from the stories you told us when we were young."
At this point, the young elf Aiya unconsciously touched her backside, where her healed wound still seemed to throb with pain, as if some force was still present and hadn't been removed.
"A Dragon Descendant? Aiya, are you sure it's a Dragon Descendant?" The face of the older Elf Elder, usually calm and unruffled, now twisted as she suddenly stood up, asking with a hint of disbelief.
