The bright moonlight flowed like water over the Iron Pine Hills, and Galos' scale armor shimmered with a cold metallic luster in the night.
He put away the map, his gaze fixed on the distance.
Samantha was still engrossed in repairing her Alchemy Workshop, the clanging sounds strikingly clear in the silent wilderness.
Galos' tail gently patted the ground, but his thoughts had already drifted towards the abandoned mine – the nest of the Rock-Breaking Worms, the Marne's Dungeon, where the Legendary Alchemy Tools were likely buried.
The flames of greed burned in his chest, urging him to set off immediately and claim the treasures as his own.
At the same time, rationality whispered: if he rashly charges in, he might pay a painful, even fatal price.
Feeling the struggle within, Galos took several deep breaths before rationality gradually took the upper hand, slowly suppressing the greed, arrogance, and hubris inherent to the Dragon Race.
Involving Legendary Alchemy Tools.
