After finishing the hunt, Galos found another barren mountain, crashing into rocks and land, enjoying each collision thoroughly.
Initially, Galos trained to become stronger, to ensure survival, pushing himself to endure pain for training. But now he had grown accustomed to the pain, and if any day passed without training, he felt as if something was missing; it had become a part of his daily routine.
As dusk turned to night, Galos returned to the Needleleaf Valley.
Upon his return, he vaguely sensed a tense and murderous atmosphere.
He hovered in the sky without landing directly, gazing down with lowered eyes at the fierce battle between the Giant Dragon and the ant army.
The Elf Dragon and the Red Dragon, both wore expressions of seriousness and gravity, completely unaware of Galos's arrival, still immersed in their fantasy world.
Samantha was crouched with dignity, gazing down at the ground, overlooking an anthill, with a ball of blazing fire in her mouth.
