Solrog's pupils shrank dramatically into two thin lines, the muscles beneath the Dragon Scale involuntarily twitching.
"Ga... Ga... Galos?!"
It stared at the Red Iron Dragon, larger and more robust than itself, and stammered out syllables of disbelief from its throat.
Perhaps it was too stunned.
It felt as if attacked, its voice sharp and piercing, like a lynx's howl, not resembling the language of an Iron Dragon.
Opposite it, Galos raised his chin with satisfaction, spreading the massive Celestial Comet Wings, casting a shadow as if blotting out the sky, engulfing Solrog entirely.
"Ah, these wings overshadowing the heavens seem to belong on me; no wonder they couldn't be seen on you."
He appeared amused, a trace of delight curving at the corner of his mouth.
Iron Dragon Solrog fell silent, opening his mouth as if to speak, but hesitated and finally remained wordless.
"Get up, my pitiful brother."
"I never thought you would fall beneath an Ogre."
