The scorching sun hung high above the wilderness, casting light and heat upon the earth.
After sleeping a full ten days, the Red Iron Dragon slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of black-pupiled eyes, then shook its body, scattering the dust that had settled on it over the days.
"All the wounds on my body have healed."
Galos turned his head to examine his body.
The previously shocking scars had mostly healed, with the new skin becoming more resilient and the scale armor slightly harder than before.
Sleep after intense battle.
Most stimulating for the growth and development of the Dragon Race.
"No, it's not quite fully recovered yet."
Galos lifted a claw to touch his head, finding that his broken dragon horn hadn't fully regrown.
"The Dragon Qi hasn't awakened."
Carefully feeling the magic energy flowing within his body, the Red Iron Dragon gently shook his head but wasn't disheartened.
