While they were chatting, another dragon fell for the trap.
It was as if fate was slapping them in the face, repeatedly and hard, after they had captured only one dragon despite half a month of toil.
But to fall for it when they were so close—how incredibly greedy and utterly stupid must it be?
David hadn't even caught sight of the dragon yet, but he was already starting to despise it from the bottom of his heart.
The triggered Dragon Cage was less than two hundred meters away. David and his group of dragons hadn't even had time to discuss whether they had caught another Red Dragon, or perhaps still a Red Dragon, or maybe, just maybe, another Red Dragon, when the answer was revealed before them all:
A Brass Dragon that had been so startled by their arrival that it jumped on the spot, then huddled in a corner of the cage, all limbs in the air, frantically clawing and baring its teeth at them.
