The battle over, the Red Dragon descended from the sky, landing beside Amos with a hint of fatigue.
"What's wrong, old-timer? Are you shutting yourself off?"
"Is it because this is the first time you've delivered a killing blow to a Dragon Species? Having trouble accepting it?"
The Red Dragon looked indifferently at the Earth Dragon.
At that moment, the Earth Dragon slowly opened his eyes, his expression complicated.
He turned to look at Crimson, shook his head, and sighed.
"We can't force other Dragon Species and Dragon Descendants to accept the code if they don't want to, but we ourselves must abide by it..."
"Besides, Crimson, didn't you also hold back against that human 'girl'?"
"You're just being stubborn. If you were really forced to kill a Dragon Descendant, are you telling me you wouldn't feel a thing?"
The Dragon Turtle sighed. Crimson didn't deny it, but her expression was fierce.
"It wasn't necessary, that's all."
