"The world froze over. Nothing grew. Nothing lived. The dragons had taken all.
And the world would have stayed as such... if not for our Noble Dragon. The Brother stopped, picked up his blackwood staff
and planted it on the ground with a solid thwack, a bright green cloud erupted
from its tip, moving in the air to form the shape of a great green drake in
flight. Bundon found himself awed by the spectacle." ...
Magnified sections of artwork