Lansseax was in calm in a plains of the Altus Plateau in the northwestern region of the Lands Between, she was laying triging stay calm even if she know she was one of the lasts ancients dragons for all the war where boths sides lost a lot, she them see a human coming and she get up, with a exagerated huff she thinked it was another fool who wanted to end her life as she get in her haunchers and stood up to make appear her signature skill, Lansseax's Glaive.

"sigh... turn to the other side little one... if you no want end pulverised to ashes by my ancient lightning!.. if you dare aproach more, them meet you doom under my claws..."