Whew.
A strong gust of wind rose, accompanied by the faint sound of metal friction.
The elegant figure of Red Silver Dragon Deborah hovered slightly above the watchtower, like a gliding hawk, then gracefully folded her wings and landed beside the Red Iron Dragon.
She adjusted her posture, sitting with a noble and elegant demeanor, her four legs slightly together beside the Red Iron Dragon.
"What are you looking at?"
Deborah's slender neck tilted slightly, her eyes fixed on Galos.
Carefully avoiding the fierce, sword-like spines on Galos, she gently poked his broad and sturdy shoulder with the tip of her agile and delicate tail.
"The future."
The Red Iron Dragon's answer was exceptionally concise, his gaze still locked on the southern horizon.
Upon hearing this, Red Silver Dragon Deborah instinctively followed Galos' gaze, looking toward the distant southern wilderness sky.
But soon, she withdrew her gaze, refocusing on the Red Iron Dragon beside her.
