Western Continent.
The North, Three Sages Snow Mountain.
Thousands of meters above, a streak of black and red light whistled past. A giant flying dragon, its wingspan dozens of meters wide, emitted a deep roar as it swept rapidly through the high sky, its wings stirring fierce air currents. This was a Black Scales Drake with an extremely pure bloodline.
A girl with silvery-white hair leaned against a soft cushion on the drake's back, casually flipping through the documents in her hand. She wore a black and red military uniform, adorned with a golden thread pattern of a black eagle, outlining her languid curves.
"Your Highness, has the border conflict ended?" a slender figure in a metallic mask asked respectfully, appearing silently on the dragon's back.
