The wind and snow scattered, falling quietly.
A massive white beast landed among the small dragons, adopting a superior posture, looking down at the surroundings with a condescending gaze.
The young Blue Dragon remained calm.
"White..."
The Green Young Dragon and Black Young Dragon instinctively wanted to express their discontent.
However, when they raised their heads and saw Trish's massive body over sixteen meters tall, and felt the biting winter breath, all words got stuck in their throats.
Both small dragons simultaneously stepped back half a step and turned their gaze to the Red Dragon Kahill.
This companion, who had always been the most unruly.
"White scales?!"
Kahill, as expected, bristled with scales.
The prejudice rooted in her bloodline made her speak impulsively: "Just a white scale, worthy of being our Nurturer?"
She deliberately emphasized the two words "white scale."
