The dragon, observing Axel and the others returning to full health while it remained severely weakened, realized it had no chance of victory.
It was still disoriented from just waking up, further weakened by the strange chains binding its limbs and the curses tethered to its soul. It was no surprise that it couldn't even take one of its opponents down with it, despite any attempts.
Its future appeared grim, even hopeless.
Yet, despite knowing it couldn't win, the dragon...
[I... Will stop you, even if my very existence itself is removed from the universe!]
The dragon went for a final stand.
It was battered, wounded, and bleeding, looking as though it would perish if Axel and the others left it alone for even a few hours. Nevertheless, the fire in its eyes did not fade; it was still willing to fight, even at the cost of its life.
"...Let's stop."
Only then did Axel finally calm down.
"You can understand our words, correct? Then let's finish this peacefully."
