Great streams of dark red lava slid down from the backward-curving dragon horns and the gaps between the spiky scales on its body.
The completely different head shape and scale color from a Five-Color Dragon marked its identity—a Molten Earth Dragon.
In Smalarg's huge brown vertical pupils, a hint of unease and doubt flickered.
Just now it had been sleeping soundly, only to be jolted awake by some ominous premonition.
"Could it be that Gray Dwarves Clan trying to launch a sneak attack on me?" Smalarg murmured, looking thoughtful.
After thinking for a moment, Smalarg stretched out a dragon claw and tapped lightly. A Fire Element that had been imbued with "Flame Eye" plunged into the lava and swam toward the lava lake on the other side.
....
A few minutes later.
As they neared the cave, Raine said to the people behind him:
