Atop the small peak, Enzo, noticing the absence of the corpse, felt a flicker of suspicion arise within him.
Yet, this was not his primary concern.
He discreetly noted this detail and unleashed his Flame Wings, soaring into the sky. He then set his course towards the Lava mountain he had initially entered Dragons Land from.
Before long, he successfully located that very peak.
Yet, at its base, there was no lava flowing. Instead, vast expanses of obsidian, formed from the cooling and solidification of lava, shimmered with a dark sheen, all of which hinted at the peculiarity of the red behemoth he had encountered.
"Was that red dragon deliberately waiting for me?"
Enzo pondered, guided by instinct yet lacking validation.
The current disappearance of the red dragon likely signified a portent of some kind. Enzo re-entered the small space to inform the others of the situation.