Drane followed the wind until he arrived to a large clearing. In it stood, bathing in a pool of mysterious light, a white fierce creature with metal plates covering part of his body. The sight filled Drane with awe and curiosity. He stepped closer, his Natrelmon following close behind. He didn't feel scared at all, not even when he saw the creature's armoured claws and huge fangs. Drane stopped in front of the creature, sensing the power emanating from it. It was a good kind of power, the kind he felt in the forests of the North.
Suddenly, he heard the voice in his head again. He knew that it was something big, something important. And he was ready for it.