On Shudian Island, there was a grassy field with no buildings.
From amidst the half-person-high grass, an agile figure shot out like a bolt of lightning.
It was a cheetah.
Its lean limbs drew a beautiful arc in the air as it pursued its prey.
A gazelle, or a wildebeest?
No, it was neither. Several hundred meters ahead of the cheetah, a woman in a white dress was fleeing in a panic, a bottle clutched in her hand.
"Why are you chasing me?"
"I want to drink Snow King milk tea!" War Axe roared into the input of a recording spell, his voice deep and muffled.
"Cut!" shouted Zog, who was wearing a sun hat.
Even a Red Dragon was afraid of the sun. Don't be fooled by how dragons of this color were always roaring on top of volcanoes, especially during eruptions.
In reality, it was all for show, a way to attract female dragons—though the female dragons unanimously agreed the behavior was stupid beyond belief.
