The dangerous behavior of simultaneously practicing the Path of Eternal Destruction is of no consequence to Galos.
"Let's go."
Galos no longer delayed, and with a sudden flap of his massive dragon wings, he soared into the sky.
The ferocious airstream rushing toward him at high speed gradually washed away the last bit of grime and residue clinging to him.
Seeing this, Golden Dragon Alberto immediately followed suit, flapping his wings and flying after him.
The silhouettes of the two giant dragons flew rapidly side by side toward the direction of Dragon Valley.
The scenery below receded quickly from view, sharp cold wind and snowflakes assaulting them, only to be easily deflected by their dragon scales.
"Galos, I've made my decision."
Alberto said, "After I wake up from this slumber, I want to spend more time at your Molten Iron Tribe."
He organized his words slightly and continued to elaborate on his thoughts.
