"My son!"
Two red dragons with wings that stretched for tens of metres swooped down from a cave high above. They looked at Chown, who was totally toasted black, with anger in their red eyes.
The red dragon with a wingspan over 20 meters was Chown who seemed to have emerged from a fireball. His entire body was burnt black, with exposed wounds. He looked horrible, and his breathing was very weak.
"Chown, tell Mother. Who did this to you? How dare they harm you so viciously!!" The female dragon swept over the wounds on Chown gently with her wing tip. Her anger seemed to have solidified, and red flames began to rise from her body.
The male dragon at the side also furiously said, "How dare anyone do this to my son, the son of the red dragon Jenson. Tell Father, who was the fellow? I will tear him into shreds, and retrieve the treasure chest for you!"
The angry roars reverberated around the cave. Even the rocks were vibrating.
