The night sky was like ink, and the murderous atmosphere of Dragon Valley gradually dissolved.
The frost covering the earth silently receded, the frozen flowers and grass once again unfurled, and the startled small beasts shook off the bits of ice and fled in panic.
—Not a single leaf withered from the frost. Neither plant nor creature suffered under the wrath of the Silver Dragon.
The pupils of the Red Iron Dragon slightly contracted.
This was not an indication of insufficient power, but rather proof of Frost Trace's near-perfect control of the power of ice.
As a lawful good member of the Dragon Race, even in rage, he adhered to his principles, not harming even the smallest life.
Only Galos, the primary target, bore the soul-penetrating chill, and the shock from shattering the ice crystals caused his Cold Burst Scale to be covered in cracks.
"He is likely not just a two-hundred-year-old mature dragon, his life level may be 19, rather than 18."
