Lightning struck down, scorching the earth and seeking to kill the three cockroaches beneath the dragon's feet, as it roared in fury after being wounded so easily by a pathetic, frail human. This was unheard of!
Mitsuki tightened his grip on the sword, fear creeping in. The ground shone too brightly, and every time magic manifested around the creature, the ground lit up in that same color.
Seeing that, he had a brief idea. And it was worth remembering—the dragon had a strange condition whenever it breathed fire. The flames incinerated everything, yes, but there was always a moment when it stopped… when the dragon's throat clicked.
'We can hurt it. At least, I can. The power Monar is giving us is insane. What rank am I right now? I might be showing the power of an S-rank adventurer.'
Even so, he couldn't feel proud. This wasn't his own strength. As always, he needed others to survive—but he couldn't afford to be selfish in a situation like this.
