Chapter 34 - 33: Mother and Son
In the two weeks that followed, David, who had already made his choice, seemed to have staked his entire dragon life on the Wheel of Fate.
During the quiet time before the answer was unveiled, his entire being fell into an unprecedented state of emptiness.
When hungry, he would head to Katjana Valley for a beef buffet.
When angry, he would charge into the Southforest and crush every High Elf he saw.
When tired, he would simply find a cave to spend the night.
One day, on a whim, after exploring the boundaries of the entire Northland of the Old Continent by flying and resting intermittently, he was shocked to discover a geographical fact that left him somewhat bewildered:
At the eastern end of the Northland stood the Endless Peak Mountain Range, piercing the sky endlessly.
Towards the south lay a vast desert. Aside from a few dilapidated ancient tombs and roaming Undead, life was hard to find.
And there was no need to speak of the north. The latitude in the Northland was already high enough; if he flew further north, he might just see polar bears beating up seal pups. David simply couldn’t be bothered to even look that way.
The entire Old Continent was left with only this barren, desolate land where not much could be farmed. It was inhabited by Highland Barbarians who, subsisting on raw flesh and blood, were struggling to rebuild civilization from the Elven ruins.
If I really followed my initial instinct and chose to flee, then no matter which direction I flew, I was doomed not to find my promised land anytime soon.