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A gust of wind blew over the lonely mountains in the North. The dry leaves rustled on the rough surface. Dark clouds were covering up the morning sky, delaying the sunrise as if nature also wanted to help the hidden troops of Northern warriors, waiting at the border of midlands to leave the dragons for the frozen sea.
Elune took a deep breath standing on a balcony of the north wing, near the castle garden. Her eyes were at the young dragon, who was giving instructions to the dragon warriors. The bold, handsome face was confident as ever. Lord Argus was well prepared this time to take down the Frozen sea. His determined eyes looked for his beloved once. Elune smiled as his gaze fell on her. But there wasn’t love in her eyes. She was only waiting for the doom of the dragons. She
