'Fear is telling me to run,' Mitsuki thought as he rushed toward the dragon. 'But there's something else pushing me forward—and I know exactly what it is.'
It wasn't just survival, as anyone might expect; it was Mitsuki's shattered ego screaming from deep within his soul. Ellegaard had crushed it and told him the truth straight to his face. That truth was what kept him moving.
In a second, he found himself beside Marco, who was struggling to hold back the beast's weight. Mitsuki didn't hesitate and fired at point-blank range.
The shotgun hummed, releasing a spherical bullet of water that tore through the air and struck the dragon in the face.
The beast shut its eyes, irritated, as if it had been splashed with poison. Marco didn't waste that brief opening, pushing the creature back with his sword.
The dragon's massive legs scraped against the ground, but it quickly steadied itself, slamming its front claws down. Then it roared with tremendous force, generating shockwaves.
