Beneath the vast, boundless sky, the Red Iron Dragon stood silently atop the hill.
The small thorns on his body glimmered in the twilight of dusk, his imposing and exaggerated wings slightly folded back, his majestic limbs and Dragon Tail taut like a bowstring, and every piece of Scale Armor on him emitted a near-physical killing intent, even the surrounding air seemed to thicken and solidify due to the Dragon's Power.
Two Kola Giant Eagles trembled.
They buried their heads deep into the feathers of their chests, their robust eagle claws unconsciously curling up, like two quails being stared down by a predator.
The presence and reaction of the Diamond Elder made Galos perceive severe danger.
Galos himself was naturally cautious, without the usual arrogance and conceit of the Dragon Race, and he was very aware that his cautious and careful nature, aside from his Evolution Talent, was a major reliance for his survival in the wilderness.
Therefore.
