This was a vast mountain range called Neltharion, and the origin place of the frost dragon clan was right here.
Every dragon reached transcendent rank once it came of age. Their immense power and their greedy, cruel nature kept them wary of all other life — even their own kind — and that racial trait meant they could never live together in groups.
The frost dragons were no different. Neltharion was their place of origin, yet only a pregnant female would fly back alone just before she was due, find a hidden cave, and use the origin force that permeated the range to give birth.
On this plane dragonkind had no natural enemies. No race dared provoke a dragon in labor; doing so earned the undying, merciless pursuit of all dragonkind. In all their long history, every creature that had dared — together with every last member of its species — had been wiped out by furious dragons.