Opposite, Gorsas's face was as dark as water, and he too was carefully sizing up this unexpected guest.
Huge, razor-sharp-edged wings.
Layer upon layer of dense Dragon Scales that seemed to provide multiple layers of protection.
Sharp and cold spines, clustered like a forest of swords.
And that muscular, strong physique of the Giant Dragon that secretly surprised even Gorsas.
...The traits of Red Dragons and Iron Dragons seemed to have perfectly merged and sublimated in this King of Molten Iron, and evolved into many unique features.
"King of Molten Iron, a mixed-blood hybrid."
Gorsas spoke first, his voice filled with disdain and murderous intent: "Do you want to team up with that Letitia, that bitch, to kill me? Then bring it on! I promise, I'll let you experience the most extreme pain and torture in the world!"
However, as soon as his fierce words were spoken, his nostrils twitched slightly, carefully capturing the Dragon Race scent in the air.
