The huge array that shrouded the entire Dragon Valley flickered slightly and disappeared.
A gale with ice crystals swept in. This was the first time in tens of thousands of years that the outside wind directly blew into Dragon Valley.
At the same time, countless golden dragons surged out. They soared to the sky like a golden fountain, and then landed back on the ground.
Richie's helmet was gone, half of his skull exposed to the air, even one eye was missing, his jawbone visible. The left side of his armor was twisted and broken, ribs visible. Covered in blood from head to toe, he looked more like a zombie than a "human."
Breathe already stopped, which meant the flesh part of his body, the shell, was dead. He wouldn't cry anymore. Couldn't, and wouldn't.
Standing in the snow, he slowly lifted his head to look up. Beside him was Andrejewitsch, who had turned into a bone dragon, with lifeless eyes, and... Abraham, who had also become a bone dragon.
