Under the substantial presence of the Red Iron Dragon, Blue Dragon Zoraya felt her mind blank out, all her thoughts frozen, unable to utter a single word.
She felt as if an invisible claw was gripping her throat, slowly tightening.
The breath of death was so close, it seemed as though it would completely engulf her the next second.
Resist with everything she had?
This thought just flashed in Zoraya's mind, only to be subconsciously dismissed.
She was absolutely certain that in such a situation, any form of resistance would only make her die faster and more miserably.
At that moment, the Dragon's overwhelming presence that almost suffocated her suddenly retracted, disappearing without a trace.
Zoraya's limbs went limp, almost collapsing to the ground; she took deep breaths of air, staring at the Red Iron Dragon with some fear.
Galos seemed as if nothing had happened, his tone returning to a previous calmness, ordering: "Contact your father."
