Chapter 35: Chapter 35: I, Galos, Am Really Not an Evil Dragon

The scorching sun baked Iron Pine Hills into a charred brown, with the cracked ground steaming with twisted waves of heat.

The red dragon hatchling lay limp on the gravel, its tongue lolling, while embers of Dragon Breath drifted from its mouth, bursting into tiny sparks in the air. Möbel was scratching its back to relieve an itch with the coarse bark of the iron pine, shaking loose some leaves in the process.

Galos was gazing intently at the earth spider that had emerged from a crack in the ground before him.