There was a stretch of mountain peaks in the heart of the Southern Continent. They were neither artistic nor stood out in any way, yet many beasts were respectful near them. Their race memories all grew silent near the mountains stained in red.
The Blessed Crimson Range was taken by demon sects that all collapsed under mysterious circumstances hundreds of thousands of years ago. No wars nor any sign of conflict, just empty halls and crumbling ruins left behind.
Humans and other races tried the same and it all ended without variation until even Fiends avoided the place.
The Harmonic Dragons were the first to arrive without reverence or prejudice. They quickly analyzed the range and found it was actually a massive corpse!
It was the corpse of a very rare variation of the stone dral, the Living Ridge Dral!
It could only be born in the Divine Lands and was a certainty to reach the Master Tier. It was so rare even dragons gave it respect.
