The entire battlefield was soaked in chaos.
The soldiers who had come to escort the Sage to the summit were now locked in a deadly struggle against high-ranking dragons. Blood painted the ground, and flames danced across the horizon.
Elder-rank dragons typically required four to five elite warriors just to survive against. If not for Hades's newfound abilities—awakened through his draconic side—and the progress he had made thanks to the system, there was no way he could've slain one with only Rinne at his side.
Everywhere he looked, the world was burning.
And the tides of war were clearly favoring the dragons.
If he didn't act soon, it wouldn't be long before he and Rinne were the only ones left… hunted and cornered.
They were crouched under a slab of collapsed stone pressed against a ruined wall, using the hollow beneath it to catch their breath. It wasn't ideal, but for now, it shielded them.
