I didn't know bodies could move on instinct alone until this moment.
My arms were shaking, my legs refusing to fully obey, my breath shredding in and out of my lungs.
The battlefield was a blur of smoke, ash, and blood. But the black dragon's HP… it was finally going down.
We were actually doing it.
Every slash I landed tore deeper than the last.
Every divine burst scorched through its corrupted scales.
Every strike from Kael, every fire surge from Zeref, every spell from the few players still standing, it was all adding up.
Bit by bit.
Hit by hit.
The damage notifications blinked fast and sharp across my vision.
"Keep pushing!" I shouted, even though my voice cracked. Even though my throat was dry enough to bleed.
Kael darted across the rubble, twin daggers dripping with poison that sizzled on the black dragon's hide.
Zeref's flames pounded into its wings, forcing the beast lower each time it tried to lift.
