Only after nearly a fifth of the allied army had passed through the Space-Time Gate and built a solid defensive position did they begin to relax.→
With Havana Gran Sisnado, the Cyclops King and a High Legendary, having gone through the Space-Time Gate ahead of them to hold the Main World, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
By then, the Lorenzo Kingdom had lost its best chance to destroy the Space-Time Gate at minimal cost and snuff out the invasion from another world.
Just then, a ringing dragon's roar sounded above Ceylan Valley in the Mist World.
The allied army, which had only just relaxed, tensed up again. Any True Dragon warranted their utmost vigilance, especially at a critical moment like this.
As the roar rang out, a Dark Red Great Dragon soon appeared in their field of view. It was merely a young Red Dragon a little over twenty meters long. Its enormous wings beat hard as it flew straight toward them, dragging a huge bundle beneath it.
Ordinarily, the Gnoll shaman and the others would have been deeply wary at the sight of a Great Dragon. But with an Ancient Dragon nearby, they had no need to worry about a young one. The Elder White Dragon would surely deal with this little Red Dragon that did not know when to quit.
Sure enough, after Alshfaro's cry, a low, angry growl came from a nearby valley. In the Dragon Language, it said, "Feeble little creature, do you mean to challenge the majesty of the great Angdalagon?"
Alshfaro immediately felt a crushing wave of draconic might bear down on him. He hurriedly landed and answered with a roar: "Great King of the North, Master of Storm and Frost—Your Highness Angdalagon! I, Alshfaro—descendant of the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza and