Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.
"Professor, have you ever seen a half-blood dragon species?"
A Six Rings Warlock who appeared to be about the same age as Shard raised his hand and asked, adding:
"I mean, those with a blood purity below the Standard & Poor's value of 17%?"
"Of course, I have. In pursuit of this Maze Lock, I have almost traversed every corner of the material world since my younger days. From the towering snow-capped mountains of the New World, to the tempest-embattled cities within the Eye of the Storm, to the underground ruins of the New World, I've certainly encountered dragon species."
The professor whistled and a gust of wind immediately whipped up overhead. It was only when they looked up that they saw a huge winged creature flying over, which was not the giant lizard Shard had imagined but more like a giant pigeon with scales.
"A dragon pigeon hybrid?"
That was a little joke the Outlander made to herself in her heart, and surely enough, she chuckled softly too.