It was Phoenix, Arizona. There were two thousand Humans, the last remaining survivors of the Human race, neighboring each other in the area. Phoenix was no longer, however, an arid desert area. . . rivers around Arizona gave life to the place, no longer was it a large desert, to reiterate, it was a forested paradise, a land more reminiscent of Medieval England's luscious nature than what the place was thirty years ago. Of course, Phoenix alone had millions of people. Now, there were two small nations in Arizona holding two thousand inhabitants. All that was left of Humanity. The Dragon, however, had successfully given all Humans genetic reinforcement through his vaccines, vaccines, for lack of a better word, that had restored Human genetic material to everyone as if the Human race had returned to the days of Adam and Eve. Arkannyn watched with disdain at the events unfolding. The Dragon, one of the greatest guardians of the Human race other than himself, under trial? This is dire, dreadful, and horrible.