In the rainy valley, a row of needle-leaved pines stood tall, their treetops swaying with the wind and rain.
Galos flapped his wings, descended and returned, standing on a mountain rock slab, then summoned all the Elf Dragons, Red Dragons, and Earth Bears to gather.
Fine silver threads steadily descended.
The Violent Bears were soaked by the rain, their fur wet, while the Elf Dragon hid under the Red Dragon's wings to avoid the rain. The Red Dragon twisted its body, swished its tail, feeling uncomfortable in the rain.
"I am going to Dragon Sleep."
Galos announced the news, saying, "In the next five years, I may not wake up."
Upon hearing this, Möbel was the first to show loyalty, kneeling down with his butt sticking up, his honest bear face showing a hint of the Jackal-Wolf Folk's sycophancy.
"My Lord, please rest assured, with me leading the Violent Bear Guard, I won't allow any creature to disturb your slumber!"
