Galos slowly stretched his majestic dragon body.
He had just completed a round of high-intensity training, every muscle covered with black-red scale armor bulging like forged steel, radiating waves of heat from his body.
However, his eyes remained bright and full of spirit, showing no sign of fatigue.
Beside the Red Iron Dragon, the Red Silver Dragon Deborah, who was compelled to train alongside him, was in a different state.
Her long and beautiful dragon tail was slightly spasming, her chest heaving violently, breathing heavily like an old bellows, collapsed on the ground, lacking even the will to raise a paw, seeming only to want to become one with the earth.
According to Galos's usual habit, he would continue training alone for a longer time.
But this time, he unusually stopped.
The Red Iron Dragon quietly crouched in place, slightly closing his eyes, gradually adjusting his breathing to a deep and steady rhythm, his whole aura gradually becoming restrained and settled.
