Dragon Valley, atop the steep cliff face.
The Red Iron Dragon stood proudly, its majestic body bathed in the howling wind and snow, a thin layer of white snow already covering the heavy black and red intertwined scale armor, resembling a sculpture.
Its gaze was solemn and serious, breathing deeply and slowly, its dragon face full of concentration.
That posture seemed to be brewing some earth-shattering event.
Then, amidst the wailing of the wind and snow, the Red Iron Dragon slowly raised a front claw.
The sharp claw tips began to glow with a faint yet stable magical light. As its jaws slightly opened and closed, simple incantation syllables flowed out, and the aura around it became more and more solemn and heavy, like a mountain.
Finally, reaching the peak of its brewing, it gently waved the dragon claw forward.
In the next moment, a miracle occurred.
The magical light at the tip of its claw gently flickered, like a spark suddenly appearing.
