We enter now into a world ruled by dragons.

Nine kingdoms, which with each its king and queen, emperor, lord, or leader, being that of a dragon.

To the high-rising mountains and volcanoes ruled by the great red dragon,

to the sandy deserts ruled by the orange dragon. For the far-reaching

savanna with its strange animals ruled by the yellow dragon, to the endless oceans

of blue ruled by the blue dragon.

The grasslands were thunder crackles and lightning rains,

home of the indigo dragon, or sorry, yep,

home to the indigo dragon,

to the thick and lush jungles with veritable plants and unique creatures home to the indigo dragon, to the thick and lush jungles, with veritable plants and unique creatures

home to the violet dragon, to the putrid swamps ruled by the black dragon, and to the white

cap peaks and avalanches and ice sheets ruled by the white dragon.

Four intrepid adventures find themselves.

Instead, in the deepest forests like an ocean, ruled by the green dragon, Grentullian, and find themselves in the Emperor's Grove,

a town filled with high-rising trees,

a round of which stand curtains of planked wood

to traverse and travel from tree to tree,

these massive monoliths that stretch out and reach into the sky.

That is where we are joined by four intrepid adventures

who find themselves surrounding a fountain,

a wooden spring that pools up from a large, cut-down tree, acting where beasts of burden, strange giant owls and wolves drink and lap the water up.

However, refilling their own water skins and some moistening their flesh, we are brought

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