As far as Vraegar could tell, there was nothing special about this place; it just seemed to be the right place to ascend to become an Old One.
Shrugging off the beauties massaging his body, the white dragon rose and slowly spread out his wings, the popping sounds from his joints could be mistaken for the sound of a galaxy exploding.
"Watch over my chariot; it contains most of my wealth," Vraegar instructed the treasure golem. Then he vanished, his body melding into the carriage before he appeared in the space outside of it.
Immediately, Vraegar felt a weight leave his heart. The carriage was a great vehicle, with which Vraegar could pass unhindered through most places in Reality, but he had never felt safe inside it, almost as if there was a heavy burden tied to it.
For a dragon that loved treasures as much as he did, Vraegar knew that any shiny thing that brought up fear in his heart was something that was very poisonous.
