The Elf Dragon drooped its tail and slowly moved to Galos' side.
"I'm not going to eat you."
The Red Iron Dragon bent its hind legs and sat on the ground, asking, "During my sleep stage, did any major events happen in Dragon Valley?"
The Elf Dragon solemnly nodded, "A lot of significant things happened; Dragon Valley was almost on the brink of destruction!"
Galos' gaze intensified, and he sat up seriously.
Ten years is merely the blink of an eye for immortals, yet it's enough to cause tumultuous changes in the mortal world.
He had indeed once instructed the Molten Iron Clan to restrain its subordinates, but the spindle of fate never spins according to a set path; unexpected incidents may occur during the process.
"What exactly happened? Tell me."
He asked.
The Elf Dragon nodded its little head, mourning, "The Valley Spirit died."
The Valley Spirit?
What is that?
Galos flicked his tail, inquiring carefully, and only then did he understand what the Elf Dragon meant.
