"Tell me, Mixed-blood Dragon, what is it?"
After listening to Red Silver Dragon's latest riddle, Galos furrowed his brow, pondering deeply.
But this riddle from Red Silver Dragon was not straightforward, sounding mysterious and obscure, full of imagery without concrete expression.
In summary, it was somewhat abstract.
Ambition? Hope? Transformation? Each answer felt superficial, yet none were entirely accurate.
When faced with such an abstract riddle.
Galos refused to answer.
Not because he couldn't figure out the exact answer, but mainly because he wasn't interested.
Plus, being a descendant of the Red Dragon, acting first and asking questions later wasn't a problem for him.
"What are you babbling about?"
Galos spread his wings wide, and in a surge of violent winds, his mighty and robust body rose into the sky.
He stared at the Red Silver Dragon and said, "I prefer to solve problems with power."
