Summer has come to the Northern hemisphere of the planet and Winter has taken the South one. Either way, the last four Dragons have to find food before anything else comes up. The Humans still deny their existence, for their imagination has grown thinner and thinner over the years. But there is only one person who still believes they exist, and this person is an ancient man who just wants them dead. The sound of a car screeching to his right, the men in the buildings yelling at each other instructions, a woman pulling her son away from a man selling cotton candy and hot-dogs in the corner of the street...Roth had seen the world change, its surroundings, the countries, the geography of the planet, even the way people talked and dressed; even he changed his way of speaking and adapted his garments to what society liked to call 'fashion'. But he never truly changed. His mind had only an objective: find dragons. He had asked many scientists, by formally breaking into their laboratories, if they knew anything about the beasts he was looking for. They had taken him as a madman, said that he had gone marbles. But he knew better, even as he strode down the crowded street, he still knew better. He paid for a newspaper in a stand and leaned on the wall opposite it, browsing through the pages and looking for a certain articles. He read through it, his eyebrows raising from time to time in a pleased manner. He then folded the newspaper and tuck it under his arm, walking in the direction he had come from in long strides. The title of the article he had read was printed in big letters on the front of the newspaper. SHADOW WING BRINGS JUSTICE AGAIN.