A short while after the numerous explosions on the western mountain, a large number of Drakar gathered in the sky, a few with red scales, others with gray scales, and some with black scales.
However, there were no blue-scaled Drakar in the sky at that time.
"Rah!~"
A ferocious growl could be heard coming from off in the distance as the gathering Drakar peered down at the ruins.
Even from a few kilometers away, one could hear it since it was so loud and enraged.
The entire group of Drakar turned to face the impassioned roar only to witness Manuvv of the western Drakar rushing in their direction with no indication of slowing.
"Manuvv, calm down! We've only just arrived!" From among the Drakar crowd, a recognizable figure appeared to attempt to pacify the enraged Manuvv.
It was Greile of the southern Drakar, the gray-scaled Drakar he had previously spoken with at the massacre that took place in the wide lowlands.
