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As Arthur stepped through the portal, he was engulfed by an unsettling stillness that permeated the Dragonrealm.

It was as if he had entered a realm frozen in time.

The air hung heavy with an oppressive silence, devoid of any sound or movement.

It was as if the very essence of life had been drained from this forsaken land.

Before him stretched a vast expanse of barren wasteland, littered with jagged rocks and scorched earth.

There was no sign of vegetation or any form of life, only an inhospitable terrain.

The ground beneath Arthur's feet was unforgiving, each step spews of desolation.

In the distance, towering structures emerged from the lifeless landscape.

These were the prisons of Draconis's Cage, the formidable structures designed to hold each individual dragon captive.

Constructed with ancient runes, enchanted materials, and potent spells, these prisons stood as imposing sentinels.

The ethereal haze that hung in the air added to the surreal nature of the Dragonrealm.

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