Once everything was taken care of, Cassius dragged his dragon form alone into the cave, the warm cavern that nearly hollowed out the mountain would undoubtedly become his perfect lair.
"Finally..."
Illuminated by the undying bright flame, the cave, surrounded by countless shimmering gold coins and treasures, saw the red dragon slowly lying on the ground, gradually curling up his massive body, his broad wings loosely folding to his sides.
Hot white steam spread everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.
On the surface of his body, there were ripples flowing like magma, radiating an unimaginable high temperature.
Once, the red dragon needed to sleep in a magma environment to obtain abundant fire elemental energy. Now, with the ancestral dragon bloodline, the red dragon itself became an inexhaustible energy source, using fire like the dragon statue's literal meaning, so hot that even his basic blood vessels couldn't contain the overflowing heat.