Immediately, he soared into the sky, heading towards the direction of the Fertile Plain.
Days full and serene passed like sand through fingertips, silently sliding away without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, a month's time had flown by.
The Molten Iron Tribe was now fully armed and ready, with everything in place.
An army composed of elite warriors from the tribe had assembled, like a well-honed blade, awaiting only the command of their Dragon Lord to launch towards the Sel Wilderness, ready to strike first at the frontier of the wilds.
Meanwhile.
In the deep fourth layer space of Burning Steel Castle, the Red Iron Dragon was quietly gazing at an item tightly clenched in its Dragon Claw.
"Such an exquisite creation... truly worthy of being the pinnacle treasure of the Alchemy Industry, only achievable by relying on the immense and unparalleled industry of Kingdom scale to manufacture the crystal."
In Galos's palm, capable of crushing rocks.
