The sky was just bright, with passionate rays pouring down, casting a gold foil-like glow over Galos's entire scale armor.
When Solrog came to his senses.
His claw had already been raised and clasped with the strong claw of the Red Iron Dragon.
His body reacted first on its own.
Iron Dragon paused for a few seconds, then revealed a relieved smile and said, "Galos, my dear brother, I am willing to accompany you to witness your ascension to the throne, ruling all the future."
Galos nodded and pulled Iron Dragon up from the mud.
The surrounding Ogres looked at each other, not quite understanding the situation at this moment, until Galos formally introduced them to Solrog, this King of Iron, as his brother of the same bloodline.
Kalu scratched his head and apologized to the King of Iron.
"Oh, honorable King of Iron."
"Kalu is dull, your strength and wisdom made me resort to despicable means, please forgive my previous offense."
