Galos extended his massive dragon claws and gripped Alberto's charred, limp golden dragon tail.
His wings beat, stirring up a howling gale.
Dragging the slumbering young Golden Dragon like a dead hog, he eventually tossed him carelessly into a relatively soft sand mound in Dragon Valley.
Thud!
A muffled sound rang out as dust billowed.
This rough handling didn't stir the sleeper at all.
Instead, an enormous snoring, like endless rolling thunder, resounded throughout Dragon Valley.
Rising and falling, sharp and mellow, it echoed and lingered ceaselessly in the vast canyon.
Galos's imposing body gently landed at the center of the valley.
He stretched his enormous frame, cloaked in cold, black-red Dragon Scale, emitting a faint sound of bone grinding, then his gaze shifted toward Red Silver Dragon Deborah, who stood elegantly nearby.
"This Alberto—he's acting a bit off."
He said.
Deborah let out a soft laugh.
