As time quietly passed, the atmosphere of the banquet in the snowy fortress courtyard continued to heat up.
A large number of lower-level followers, like busy worker ants, cautiously navigated between the massive, imposing Giant Dragons and the powerful monster leaders, offering giant bowls filled with meat soup, whole roasted beasts sizzling over the fire, and barrels of fragrant wine.
After arranging a sparring session with the Red Iron Dragon, Alberto, in his human form, cast aside the majesty and aloofness of the Golden Dragon and once again began to dance spontaneously in the center of the venue.
His golden hair flew, his movements carefree and uninhibited.
Galos's massive body lay prone on a stone platform covered with thick animal skins, his head slightly lowered.
He ate slowly and leisurely, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire scene, enjoying the long-lost noise and celebratory atmosphere. Then he slightly turned his head to look at the Iron Dragon beside him.
