From the summit of the palace, Ryo observed Verdalis, the newly announced plains. The dragons gathered below continued to murmur, skeptical and wary: how could these lands, once impregnable and cursed, suddenly become cultivable?
Kaelen hovered silently above the hills, his wings sparkling, invisible to the eyes of the inhabitants. Each beat reminded all of the constant vigilance of the Guardian, ready to intervene should corruption dare return.
Among the assembly, a young dragon stepped forward, daring to break the silence:
> "Lord… if these lands are truly cultivable, why has no dragon ever ventured there before?"
Ryo lowered his gaze upon him, his expression impenetrable yet commanding:
> "Because even the most powerful feared this place. Legends tell of demons and monsters who ruled here in overwhelming numbers and power. But now, what was impossible has become possible. Verdalis awaits you."
The murmurs grew louder. Some dragons exchanged anxious glances, others were curious, yet none dared openly defy Ryo's authority.
In the sky, Kaelen sensed the tension and doubt. He knew the real test would not be the fertility of the soil, but the ability of Ashen's people to believe in what they could neither see nor understand.
> "The lands are ready… but only those who dare to work with vigilance will reap their fruits," Kaelen murmured to himself, the light of his aura gently caressing Verdalis.
A light wind swept across the plain, carrying with it a sense of promise and mystery. The Inconceivable Lands were open, yet their true potential remained a secret closely guarded by the Lord and his Guardians.