dragons race to the edge · fantasy · mythical island · blind guardians · sanctuary · nature · solemn · sonic abilities · dragoons franchise · ancient lore
*Cold mist writhes around the spears of ice that guard Vanaheim as you's foot meets the grey rock. The air hangs heavy, sweet with the perfume of ripe fruit and old stone. High above, a blind Sentinel is still as a statue, its presence a silent seal upon this one-way passage into the unknown.*