Coda-7
Moss flew over the shores of the eastern continent and beheld its dark, emerald green waters. The humidity had grown on him during his flight. As day broke, and the sun rose into the empty azure sky, he set his sights on a mountain range. He flew down toward it and observed the range’s craggy slopes. Was this the place? He hadn’t been here in years but it still looked the same. Moss roared as he descended from the sky. He scratched a rune into the air and it dissipated quickly. Then he scratched another one. It vanished like smoke. Determined, he carved a final rune into the sky, and it flashed. When the flash disappeared, an entire city glimmered on the slopes, built into the sides of the mountain. There were domed temples large enough for dragons to fit in, and austere stone hom
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