The dragon was feisty, and it turned toward the ground when it was ready to unleash its breath. Although I was being tilted forward, I could withstand the imbalance as the wind supported my back. The breeze hitting my eyeballs was tolerable, but I found it hard to endure the black energy that concentrated in the dragon’s head. The energy was malicious. It went beyond the destructive power it held as it contained a negative aura.

The black energy swirling in the dragon’s head reminded me of the memories I never wanted to think about: my father’s lonely funeral, a street full of starving people, a group of monsters who took control of the world, and the Awakened who went frantic and killed each other. After recalling the faces of those I had killed, I suddenly came to my senses as I was getting closer to the ground.

Arrows and spells were flying in from all directions. They even flew diagonally up from the ground and spattered against the dragon.

Pang! Pang!

Each time they hit the dragon, its protective shield flickered. The Kciphos must have sensed that their deaths were coming. All of their eyes were filled with dread even though they continued to fire attacks at us.

Kuaaaaaaah-

The dragon finally vomited black energy...