The twilight slowly draped over the earth like a gentle veil, painting the sky in a magnificent glow.
The burning crimson of the sunset spilled its light extravagantly, laying a splendid and vibrant tapestry across the entire sky.
Within the Burning Steel Castle, the Dragon Race conclave, which had been ongoing for some time, was gradually drawing to a close; the clamor had subsided, leaving the air filled with a tranquility as if the dust had settled.
"Deborah."
The Red Iron Dragon slightly turned his massive head and lowered his voice, asking the Red Silver Dragon, who was quietly lying beside him on the stone platform, "Are you as fond of singing and dancing as that energetic Golden Dragon? Or rather..."
His eyes carried a hint of curiosity, "…do you have other 'roles' you'd prefer to immerse yourself in?"
To live and adventure in human society in various humanoid forms.
This behavior was far more than just a unique hobby of that eccentric Golden Dragon Alberto.
