The massive body of Red Dragon Gorsas slightly leaned forward, roaring out each word distinctly: "Tell me! Letitia! Now! What exactly is going on?!"
The cold raindrops pattered against the Iron Dragon's scale armor, creating a delicate sound.
She remained silent, shocked inside.
She hadn't expected that even though Gorsas seemed so frenzied, he still possessed an extraordinary quick wit, closing in on the truth so swiftly.
"Look me in the eyes! Answer me!"
The low growl of the Red Dragon escalated into a thunderous roar, causing the rain around to scatter in disarray.
He pressed in step by step, the dangerous gleam in his eyes almost becoming tangible.
Suddenly, Gorsas's movement came to an abrupt halt, as if he had stepped on something strange.
He looked down and saw, in the mud washed out by the rain, an unobtrusive fragment of a scale.
It seemed to have been there for some time, almost blending into the land, only now revealed by the cleansing rain.
