The dense layers of black clouds covered the sky, and fine, continuous rain fell from the horizon, slanting through the howling wind, soaking every inch of land on the wilderness.
Centered around the abandoned mining pit, the Molten Iron Tribe established several simple outposts here.
Sturdy rock-built fences and high walls surrounded all sides, with guards in rainproof cloaks standing like sculptures in the rain.
Their sharp eyes pierced through the rain, scanning vigilantly in all directions, guarding against any potential danger.
Suddenly.
The already dim sky darkened further, as if some colossal entity had blocked the scant sunlight.
The guards' pupils suddenly contracted, and they all looked up in unison, gazing towards the heights.
A huge Dragon Shadow could be seen circling beneath the clouds, with rain falling on its steel-like scales, immediately shattering into finer mist spreading in all directions.
It was King of Iron Solrog.
