The sky above Val'Therya was filled with red clouds, tinged by the sunset that spilled over the mountains like liquid blood. The light pierced the devastated field, illuminating black craters, broken trees, and the ground still stained with the traces of the battle between Frieren and Scarlet. Now, however, silence did not reign.
Roars filled the air.
Above the main crater, seven dragons danced in the sky like shadows of titans. Each exuded a distinct aura, a unique magical signature, and all were in combat—not out of hatred, but in pure harmony, as if dancing an ancient choreography between sisters who had finally discovered their true nature.
