Nothing went as planned.
Another dragon battle unknown to the world slowly drew to a close.
The severely injured Grey Iron Dragon could no longer control its body, and shook as it slid down towards the sea, its body covered with countless wounds.
No one could provide it with supplies.
Compared to Liszt constantly feeding the Formless Dragon magic potions, its treatment was miserable, and the outcome was also dreadful. When it crashed into the sea surface, the Grey Iron Dragon could no longer struggle; it was helplessly bound by the seawater that Ach controlled and emitted feeble, breathless sounds.
"It really wasn't easy," Liszt casually tossed a few magic potions into the Formless Dragon's mouth, then let Bard grab the tail of the Grey Iron Dragon to pull it up.
They flew towards a few nearby rocky islands.
Thud!
