But Sophia produced a flask.

The flask contains a bright red liquid.

She instructed the knights to move aside, then threw the flask with all her might, smashing it against the hard ice.

The fiery red liquid instantly transformed into raging flames.

The flames burning on the ice, unquenchable by wind and snow, made the knights' eyes widen in astonishment.

"This is?!"

"What's this??"

Sophia said with a touch of pride, "This is an alchemical potion."

“Margaret, come closer and warm up. We need to find the scouts who went out.”

The dragons approached the blazing fire to warm themselves.

They wouldn't freeze to death like low-level cold-blooded animals.

However, such an environment somewhat affects their combat effectiveness.

Now, with the fire burning, the dragons have become much more active.

The knights climbed onto the dragon's back.

Soon, the dragons took to the sky, but remained very close to the ground, mainly to get a better view of the ground.

Sophia made a gesture, roughly meaning:

'Don't separate. Let's patrol outwards in a clockwise circle.'

When they reached the third lap, a sharp-eyed rider noticed something amiss.

There were faint red spots on the ground.

They immediately began to spiral downwards.

Once they reached the ground and dug through the fresh snow, everyone's faces turned extremely grim.

It was the remains of a giant metal dragon.

It was torn apart, as if it had been ripped apart by some larger creature.

The hairs on Anthony's arms stood on end.

"What could tear a dragon apart?"

Sophia remained silent.

“Go and see for yourself, and you’ll find out.” Margaret lowered her enormous head, her nostrils catching the lingering scent of blood on the ground.