Border Area, Dragon Valley.
The biting cold wind swept along the flying snow, howling and raging under the leaden sky, as a massive dark red silhouette sped swiftly across.
The thick scale armor of the Red Iron Dragon was covered with sticky demon blood and shredded meat chunks. These impurities from the abyss were gradually carbonized and peeled off under the high temperatures created by his rapid friction with the air, torn apart by the fierce wind and dissipating behind him.
After ending the forced training of the Red Silver Dragon Debra, Galos wasn't satisfied and decided to make a trip to the Abyssal Rift, where he unleashed his pent-up fury through a one-sided massacre of demons.
At this moment, he was in a state of peaceful, calm, and rational Wise Man's Time.
Some things only become more precious in the face of losing them.
Due to the continuous erosion of the frenzy fire within, Galos now felt more than ever how important it was to maintain clear and calm thinking.
