Devouring the World in the Form of a White Dragon

Legend has it that the body of the world-destroying dragon Mor Dukes could fill the entire sky, and its shadow could envelop the continent in an eternal night where the sun never shines.

With each flap of his wings, which stretch for thousands of miles, he could stir up a typhoon comparable to super-level magic, tearing apart clouds and snapping mountains.

Back then, a demigod-level expert, wielding a sacred artifact, led 100,000 elite troops to besiege the evil dragon.

However, they were all frozen into ice sculptures by the White Dragon's signature icy breath. Even the splattered blood droplets didn't have time to fall to the ground before they were embedded in the ice field, becoming monuments that would never melt.

But at this moment, Moore was scratching at the parchment scroll that recorded this "feat" with his paws, his amber eyes full of disdain.

What icy breath? I just had an itchy nose that day and couldn't help but sneeze.

(Pseudo-D&D worldview)