"This attack on the gemstone mine was a bit of a risk, and the gains weren't significant enough to warrant the danger."
"Honestly, it wasn't wise to take such a risk for a momentary thrill."
"Too impulsive. I should have been more cautious, more careful."
The Red Iron Dragon silently reflected.
But another emotion quickly surged forth.
When the Flame Thunder Breath blasted the first ballista, when the Anti-Sky Pillar and golem bodies crumbled under his claws, that long-lost, pure, almost savage sense of exhilaration returned, just like when he first bit through the Sword-toothed Tiger's throat as a child.
Years of deliberate suppression for the sake of survival.
Found a moment of relief today.
He never liked living cautiously—it was merely a necessity for survival.
The Red Iron Dragon suddenly accelerated, tearing through the clouds, soaring higher into the sky, letting the torrential rain wash away the smell of gunpowder from his scales.
