Aric stood at the edge of the Silvermoon Forest, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at the barren and desolate expanse of the Hanzhou Lands before him. Dust swirled around his feet, carried by the dry wind that howled across the landscape. These lands, once teeming with life and power, were now a forgotten wasteland—a perfect hiding place for ancient relics that had been lost to time. It was here that Aric's next conquest awaited: the Celestial Dragon's Heart, an artifact of unimaginable power. The very thought of it made Aric's blood sing with anticipation.