Stepping foot out of their nation was something they hadn’t done in years. Millennia, even. However, as soon as they heard news of the Hydro Archon’s seat being destroyed, they had rushed to Fontaine. That simply wasn’t something that could happen so easily. And doing so meant the powers of the Hydro Dragon would be fully returned.

As such, they hurried to the nation of justice, focused entirely on finding the Hydro Dragon and demanding answers. Locating the Hydro Dragon was simple enough, and they found him perusing the streets of Fontaine by himself. He was stopped occasionally by smaller creatures who looked rather adorable, a fond smile on his lips as he spoke to said creatures.

However, the moment they approached, his expression became neutral and he turned his attention to them. He could likely sense their strength, even if it was partially locked away. The second his eyes landed on them, they gave him a blank look, stopping a few feet away.

“May I help you?” he inquired, his eyes never straying from their’s. He took note of their difference in clothing, realizing this dragon—whoever they were—was from a different nation. No wonder he hadn’t sensed their presence before.

They looked similar enough to him, with vishap-like features and horns. It was strange. Neuvillette had never met another dragon before, and yet, one stood before him. He had been so certain most dragons had been killed off.