I... lost?
A feeling of absurdity, like a cold tide, surged over the proud heart of the young Golden Dragon once again.
Alberto Aurelius, this Metal Dragon who was determined to conquer nations with the wings of conquest and establish an eternal order, was actually defeated in this place deemed a barren land, by a group of... Mixed-blood Dragons led by an Evil Dragon?
Defeated by opponents who were younger, smaller, and supposedly at a lower life level than him?
Even knocked from the sky of glory and embarrassingly crashed into the dust.
However, reality is as cold as iron and irrefutable.
The brilliance of the rising dawn, with a clarity that bordered on mockery, quietly spilled over the war-torn land, clearly reflecting his humiliation at this moment.
Shattered scale armor, congealed bloodstains, and a massive body sunk into the dirt.
And mercilessly illuminated the figure of that Red Iron Dragon.
