The earth had turned into scorched land.
In the center of the ruins scattered around, the Red Iron Dragon took a few leisurely steps, then suddenly lifted its head and spoke in a haunting tone, "Little Red-Scaled Dragon, where are you going?"
In mid-air.
Kahill, who had been quietly flapping her wings, trying to retreat away from the Red Iron Dragon, froze, then turned around stiffly and slowly landed on the ground.
Her mood was exceptionally tense at this moment.
The formidable Evil Dragon in front of her had saved her, but she wasn't naïve enough to believe he had done so purely to rescue her without expecting anything in return. His imposing, unbelievably powerful form was more ferocious than any Giant Dragon she had ever seen, giving her a sense of oppression that even surpassed the adult Blue Dragon she had encountered in her tribe.
She had no doubt.
If she accidentally angered him, being skinned alive and eaten on the spot wasn't out of the question.
"Powerful——"
