Galos extended his sturdy Dragon Claw and grabbed Alberto's charred, limp Golden Dragon Tail.
His wings flapped, stirring up a gust of howling wind.
Dragging the young Golden Dragon, who lay as motionless as a dead pig, he casually tossed it into a relatively soft pile of sand within Dragon Valley.
Thud!
A dull thump, dust flew into the air.
This rough treatment did nothing to awaken the sleeper.
Instead, there was the sound of a vast snore, echoing through Dragon Valley like a continuous rumble of thunder.
Rising and falling, it reverberated endlessly in the open valley.
Galos's formidable body landed gently in the center of the valley.
He stretched his massive form covered in cold, Black-Red Dragon Scales, producing a slight sound of bones grinding, then turned his gaze to the elegantly standing Red Silver Dragon Deborah beside him.
"This Alberto, something's off with him."
He said.
Deborah let out a light laugh.
