The sunrise cast a golden hue on the vast swathes of green forests at the foothills, piercing through the dense foliage to imprint tiny patches of light on the black soil.
The morning breeze, cool and crisp, rustled the leaves, dispersing the mist clinging to the treetops, while a cacophony of birdsong filled the air.
The village where Centaurs and Kobolds, among other Dragon's Beloved, resided beneath the mountains was still asleep, save for a few watchful Sentinels roaming quietly, alert.
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