I nodded, admitting I was Luna — the person he mentioned.
"You can kill that beast, right?" Clark asked.
I looked at him and said, "It's possible that I can't."
"That magic I cast earlier should've taken out a leg or two… but it's still standing on all fours. Taking it down alone won't be easy."
I stared him dead in the eyes.
"Do me a favor. Head back to the kingdom and report what happened here. Tell them to send Platinum-ranked adventurers. Now go!"
Clark didn't hesitate. He turned and sprinted down the mountain.
As he disappeared, I headed back to the drake.
When I arrived, its massive body loomed, breathing slowly. It hadn't moved.
But then I saw it.
Its left eye — the one I destroyed — was whole again.
I narrowed my gaze.
"What kind of beast are you?" I whispered.
The drake let out a roar — so loud it echoed down the mountain.
Then, it breathed fire.
Without hesitation, I conjured a ball of water and hurled it into the incoming flames.
The water and fire collided violently, erupting into a massive cloud of scalding vapor.
From the steam, the drake charged at me, intent on ramming.
I swiftly dodged to the side and raised my hand, conjuring a wind blade.
Focusing, I thinned the wind blade until it was as sharp as paper — razor-fine — then released it straight at the drake, aiming to sever a limb.
But the drake saw it coming.
With a sudden burst, it pounced.
I rolled to the side — barely dodging —
But before I could recover, it unleashed a blast of fire straight at me.
My instinct kicked in. I raised my hand and conjured a barrier of wind.
I twisted the wind into a barrier — not just spinning one way, but spiraling in different directions, crossing over like tangled wires.
The flames hit, but the wind broke them apart, scattering the fire before it could reach me.
I wasted no time and moved back, slipping away through the flames so it wouldn't spot me.
Using the drake's breath as cover, I conjured the same magic that had injured its left eye.
But this time, I didn't stop at one.
I cast several — sharp, spinning wind drills — each one aimed to pierce.
By the time the drake stopped breathing fire…
The spells were already flying.