The thick leaden clouds hung low, as if within reach, while the icy wind and rain pattered unceasingly.
The pea-sized raindrops struck the dragon's steel-like scales, shattering upon impact and turning into finer steam that rose and spread along the dragon's contour due to the high temperature.
Gorsas had already been tightly restrained by the King of Molten Iron's iron-like claws.
At first, he was still frantically struggling and twisting, his mouth continuously bursting with roars and howls filled with unwillingness and fury. However, when all resistance became meaningless, his anger began to slowly dissipate, and the dense blood-red color in his eyes gradually faded away.
He ceased his futile struggle.
