The veil of rain was like a massive gray curtain, shrouding the Needleleaf Valley below.
Within the valley, pine trees swayed gently in the wind and rain. Raindrops gathered along the dark green needles and slid down, drawing crystalline trails in the moist air.
Whoosh—!
A sudden gust of wind swept through, carrying cold rainwater with it. It tore open a temporary, nearly vacuum passage between the valley, rudely pushing the curtain of rain to both sides.
The robust and majestic body of the Red Iron Dragon, covered in thick scale armor, hovered above the valley enshrouded in rain mist.
His head tilted slightly, his eyes lowered, as if recalling something.
After a brief contemplation, Galos folded his wings and steadily landed on the steep peak on one side of the valley. His sharp gaze penetrated the rain curtain, slowly scanning every inch of land below that was saturated with rain.
