The silver moon of the Suren Goddess in the dark blue sky gradually faded, and the glorious sun representing light and life rose slowly from the distant horizon.
With a body covered in scars, the Red Iron Dragon returned to Needleleaf Valley from Quenching Highlands, landing on the ground.
"Galos?!"
Samantha and Vera exclaimed simultaneously, their eyes sweeping over the Red Iron Dragon's body, seeing the shocking scars all over him.
The bleeding had stopped, but the cracked Dragon Scales, broken dragon horns, and some unnaturally twisted claws all testified to the intensity of the previous battle.
"You are injured, seriously injured."
Never having seen Galos so severely hurt, both dragons felt alarmed.
"This is an acceptable cost."
Galos dismissively waved his claw, saying.
His physique was stronger than ordinary members of the Dragon Race. To Samantha and Vera, the injuries looked severe, but to Galos, they were not yet critical, though close.
