Gradually, three dragon shadows of different colors tore through the brightening sky and finally hovered a hundred yards away from Alberto, forming a triangular formation.
Iron Dragon Solrog occupied the center, its scales as dark as iron reflecting the chill of morning light; Red Dragon Samantha coiled on the right, each fiery scale seemed to flow with lava; the entirely pale White Dragon Trish was on the left, its crystal-like scales glinting with dangerous cold light.
"Iron Dragon, Red Dragon, and... White Scales."
Alberto's golden eyes slightly contracted, his dragon whiskers quivering.
Though he was mentally prepared, witnessing with his own eyes the alliance of three upper-level Evil Dragons with vastly different habits still made his Dragon Heart skip a beat inside his chest.
Dragons outside the Blue Dragon usually acted independently.
To make these fierce Evil Dragons set aside their inherent mistrust and competition, there must be a very strong leader among them.
