The prolonged rainy season finally came to an end.
When the first real ray of sunshine pierced through the clouds, rare morning mist rose from the permafrost north of the Estonian River. As it was near the Eternal Frost Tundra, a subtle chill lingered in the air.
At the same time.
In a naturally formed basalt hollow.
The black giant beast, as if forged from steel, slowly opened its deep, dark eyes.
Galos awoke.
After a month-long slumber.
This sleep was not a Dragon Sleep, but a healing rest to recover from his injuries.
Raising his claw, Galos touched his thick neck.
The previous wound, almost deep enough to see bone, had disappeared, with flesh and Dragon Scales regrown. All other knife and axe wounds had also healed and regenerated, even the dreadful wound that had pierced right through his body.
For other races, such severe injuries, even if healed, would likely leave lasting trauma, impacting them for life.
