After settling the Red Iron Dragon, Ovis did not pause for a moment and winged straight toward the Dragon Breath Holy Hall.
Before truly reaching the mountaintop platform where the Holy Temple is located, he could hear the commotion from a distance, mingled with the low growls and discussions of the Dragon Race, sounding quite unusual.
Looking down, he could clearly see:
Built along the mountainside. Surrounding the imposing Dragon Breath Holy Hall, a quantity far exceeding the usual of various Metal Dragons had already gathered.
And in front of the temple's gate inscribed with ancient texts, two radiant golden figures were particularly conspicuous, surrounded by many curious or concerned kin.
It was Alberto and Nasha.
At this moment, they were literally rolling around in the open space in front of the solemn Dragon Breath Holy Hall, showing no decorum of Golden Dragons.
"That shameless Bronze Dragon Siano ambushed us!"
