The warriors roared, steel clanged, and the clashes boomed, accompanied by the commands in the training field, forming a cacophony of intense heroics.
Fog Dragon Deniro closely followed behind the Dragon King entering this most mysterious legion so far, the ambient temperature clearly rising several degrees.
It was the warriors' boiling aura and blood energy, mixed with evaporating sweat on the square, making Fog Dragon Deniro, who favored staying in cool mist, feel intensely.
Despite the Dragon King ahead, the energy from this Ancestral Red Dragon was more scorching than a volcano, yet Fog Dragon Deniro had only felt it once, as the Ancestral Red Dragon never wastes or leaks even a bit of his aura.
Even common Red Dragons, often liking to manifest their presence with swirling sulfur and volcanic hues, did not exhibit such behavior on this Dragon King.
