The Flower Knight, before losing consciousness, pleaded with Galos to stop the war; however, there was no ripple in Galos' heart, and he did not issue any ceasefire orders as hoped.
The Red Iron Dragon tossed the human knight onto the ground before it, then idly toyed with him like a plaything.
After confirming the knight was indeed in a deep coma with no response, Galos slowly lifted his heavy claw, lightly pressing it against the fragile human body.
Just in case, as soon as the body showed the slightest abnormality,
Galos' claw would immediately stomp down, completely crushing it.
Immediately.
Galos lowered his gigantic head, its eyes reflecting the battlefield below, stained with blood and fire.
Human warriors and the dragon group's followers were still fiercely clashing, the roars, the clanging of weapons, and the blasts of magic ceaselessly tearing the night to shreds.
