She was full of confidence.
"Alright, let's continue."
The expression of the Red Silver Dragon became serious as she adjusted her posture.
The previous mistake made her dismiss the last trace of distraction. When she went all out, in her area of expertise, Vera's chances of winning were slim.
"The question this time is: a White Dragon…"
Deborah had just started when her voice suddenly stopped.
It was as if she sensed something, and she abruptly looked at the distant horizon, her gaze penetrating the howling curtain of wind and snow.
In her vision, a burning meteor trailed a long tail of light, tearing through the wind and snow with a frightening speed, heading towards Dragon Valley.
With each passing second, that figure became clearer and larger.
"It's Galos!"
The Red Silver Dragon felt a surge of joy, followed by intense unease.
She noticed those shocking, bone-deep wounds on the Red Iron Dragon's body.
