The desolate desert smoke, the setting sun over the sand river.
The lone smoke is a sandstorm connecting the sky and earth, the setting sun is dim, its afterglow spilling on the dark yellow barren sand.
Karon strolled on the cooled sand surface, with each step, he perfectly wrapped all the pressure points of each grain of sand, making the twenty-one-meter-long Red Dragon appear as if walking on regular ground.
There is no sinking in the sand surface, no shifting sands, as if the Giant Dragon, weighed in tons, were a dry leaf gliding over the sand, with its footing nearly trace-free.
Aside from the Ancestral Red Dragon, Fafnir the Giant Demon covered her eyes with a soft silk tied behind her head, unable to move as effortlessly as Karon.
Although Fafnir's body weight is far less than the Ancestral Red Dragon, even when controlling with her own power, she cannot achieve Karon's inherent ease and grace, leaving behind sand pits and scattered sand underfoot.
