The moonlight was bright, casting a glow over the Needleleaf Valley enclosed by mountains on three sides.
Möbel carried the charred corpse of his deceased father back to the lair where the Violent Bears resided and threw the corpse onto the ground with a thud.
However, the Violent Bears' gaze was not on Möbel.
They looked up as if facing a great enemy, their pupils reflecting the figures of two Dragon Race creatures swirling in the sky.
As their eyes swept past the pureblood Red Dragon, they all looked at the other dragon.
The Red Iron Young Dragon's scale armor was like cast iron, and its vast, wide Dragon Wings burst with sparks, the shadows it cast engulfing almost all the Violent Bears present.
With Galos backing him up.
Möbel straightened his posture, his stout bear paw striking the ground heavily, sending fragments flying.
He looked around at the bears, his voice as loud as thunder:
"Open your bear eyes and look!"
