White Dragon Trish soared beneath the clouds as heavy as lead, with raindrops incessantly striking her broad wings.
Her gaze penetrated the curtain of rain and captured the scene on the barren land below.
Standing at the very center was the Red Iron Dragon, surrounded by four familiar figures—Heryam, Kahill, Ludwig, Seraphina.
"Why are they here too?"
A hint of doubt arose in her heart.
She silently pondered: "Could it be that the chief is just giving them an important task?"
Since deeply understanding and practicing the niche theory, Trish had long been in a state of profound thought, her mental perception becoming exceedingly keen, far surpassing an ordinary White Dragon.
For some reason.
At this moment, an indescribable sense of unease was quietly growing and spreading within her, as if something bad was about to happen.
Soon, the White Dragon reached her destination in the sky.
