The morning dew among the Dragon Scales refracted the dawn light. Galos folded his wing membranes, letting the rising sun coat his Black-Red Scale Armor with a golden edge.
He gazed at the slightly twitching tail tip of the Silver Dragon, realizing that the strategy of 'using modest words to dissolve hostility' from 'Dragon Taming Technique' was completely ineffective at this moment.
In Adri's eyes, there was undeniably the sour anger unique to an aged father.
Such emotions are sometimes harder to reconcile than mere factional opposition.
With things as they are, Galos didn't think much further.
He was certain the Silver Dragon ultimately adhered to the iron law of orderly kindness.
Even if at this moment the Silver Dragon's eyes were unmistakably filled with irritation, those graceful silver wings did not truly exhibit killing intent.
After all, this 'spar' had to be under the guise of a guidance battle.
This Metal Dragon overlord still had to maintain surface decorum.
