In the darkened sky, an invisible hand seemed to stir the winds and clouds, sweeping layers of forest waves, as bean-sized raindrops poured down torrentially, wailing between the mountains and wilderness, raising a pale curtain of rain.
Galos stood in the wind and rain like steel cast in iron.
Beside him, the Iron Dragon and the Red Dragon also spread their wings, standing upright, dragon faces filled with excitement, revealing their sharp dragon teeth.
"Crush those lowly crawlers!"
Samantha snorted fire from her nostrils, growling.
"They will pay the price in blood for their arrogance!"
Solrog's hard dragon scales clanged crisply.
The Ignatius Brothers understood each other well enough that when they saw the change in expression and gaze of Galos, there was no need to ask further; they already knew Galos's intentions.
Unlike Galos.
