"What a huge Golden Dragon."
Upon seeing the Golden-Scaled Giant Dragon soaring through the sky, radiating endless golden light, the Beastman King Grom standing atop the hill couldn't help but exclaim, fully displaying the rustic nature of a desert Beast King.
"Saka, my hands are itching, what should I do?"
"Please calm down, you'll have your chance later, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you along."
The High Priest, noticing the Beastman King by his side who had even taken out the Holy Object, quickly reassured him.
"Then can you stop him from escaping?"
Grom's eyes were fixed on the increasingly closer Golden Dragon, feeling an oppressive sensation he hadn't experienced in ages, he made the request.
"I'll try my best."
The Old Priest shook his head helplessly, then looked at the Golden Dragon descending from the sky with his muddled beast eyes.
