David and his father were at first taken aback, then broke into joyful grins.
It was like someone had brought a pillow to them as they dozed off.
As they stepped out of the Tokamak Fortress, they indeed saw a group of familiar old dragons.
For example, Patricio, who had been beguiled by that effeminate male Silver Dragon, Sebriz; the brothers Tralton and Ezekiel; and Lefilia, whose gaze carried a hint of melancholy.
Among them were also new faces, such as one with purple scales?
Could this be the offspring of a Blue Dragon and a Red Dragon?
However, as soon as David spotted another petite figure, he quickly cast aside his curiosity.
"Silvia! What brings you here?" David said, looking at the slender young dragon before him, first in surprise, then with an open and warm welcome.
It was none other than the young Blue Dragon he had danced with on that stormy night, the granddaughter of the old dragon, Patrice.
