In her mind, she recalled the sensation of the Red Iron Dragon's fiery claws brushing against her body. Her tail involuntarily twisted as she whispered.
"Not the right time now."
The Red Iron Dragon refused Deborah's invitation to train, saying: "The battle situation is ever-changing. I need to stay focused. Let's talk about it later."
"Alright."
Deborah said with a hint of disappointment, then ran to the other side to play a riddle game with Elf Dragon Vera.
The Red Iron Dragon settled in place, listening to discussions and the battle situation through the Bloodline Chain with the Ignatius Brothers, while silently adjusting its own condition in preparation for the upcoming battle.
Border Area, Black Stone Pass.
The sunset was blood-red, casting its crimson glow over the land.
Dogman Doug licked his sharp teeth, looking towards the heavily guarded pass ahead.
Behind Doug, the densely packed Molten Iron Army spread out on the plain before the pass.
