Atop the small hill, fully armed Beastman Barbarians manned their Bed Crossbows, glaring down menacingly. Below, the Silver Dragon trembled.
Both sides in this conflict shared one thing in common: they each believed themselves to be at an absolute disadvantage. If a fight broke out, the outcome would be impossible to predict—a situation exceedingly rare in the history of warfare.
Sophia worried that the slightest move would get her shot full of holes; she highly doubted her Dragon Scales could withstand Bed Crossbows of this caliber. The people of High Cliff Castle, meanwhile, feared the Giant Dragon knew devastatingly lethal Magic, so they watched its every move.
The moment they detected any preparatory movements for Casting, they would pull the trigger and fire the Crossbow Arrows without hesitation.
Sophia was so full of regret she wanted to cry. 'Why did I have to run away from home? Great. Now I'm cornered right outside my own door.'
