The heavy clouds hung like a lead-gray curtain, weighing heavily over the ring-shaped crater.
The cold, fine rain seemed endless, continuously falling from the gloomy sky, tapping against the wet land.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Accompanied by the powerful flaps of wings, the blood-red-scaled Red Dragon Gorsas swooped low and circled in the sky above the crater.
The dense raindrops rolled off his sleek and menacing blood-colored scales, splashing into tiny water droplets upon the ground.
However, this period of fruitless search made the Red Dragon's already irritable expression gradually grow darker and more oppressive than the clouds shrouding the crater.
A few dozen seconds passed, and it seemed his patience was running out.
Gorsas suddenly folded his massive wings, his heavy body engulfed by the sound of wind as he landed in a relatively open area at the bottom of the crater, mud splattering from beneath his claws.
