Forgotten Cold River.
The tranquil snow peaks and glaciers stretched as far as the eye could see, and occasionally, Arctic Ice Flood Dragons played over the snowy summits, adding a touch of vitality to this world clad in silver.
Above the central snow peak of the Cold River, clouds entangled, and lightning roamed intermittently.
Time, unknown in length, had passed when a playing Arctic Ice Flood Dragon suddenly stiffened its body and entangled itself on the snow peak, looking in terror at the tallest mountain peak; the calm surface of the water rippled in circles, and the outline of distant snow mountains twisted.
The clouds on the snow peak churned, lighting up with a pair of ice-blue pupils, and a grand and deep voice echoed through the Cold River, "Who is it!"
Shortly after, a gentle and soft female voice sounded, "Chi, do you not even recognize me?"
