Chapter 344: A Bountiful Harvest
The melee in the sky raged on into the next day, showing no sign of winding down.
Under normal circumstances, a dragon can end a fight with other Magical Creatures with just a single blast of dragon fire—its primary form of attack.
But when facing other fire dragons, this ability is far less effective. Dragons are naturally resistant to dragon fire, a trait inherent to their kind. Unless the difference in power between opponents is extreme, a single blast of dragon fire will only leave a small mark on the other dragon's scales.
With their thick blood, durable scales, and lost primary attack ability, the dragons in the sky were now relying on endurance and raw fighting instincts, locked in a grueling struggle. For some, like the Swedish Short-Snout from before, this battle style was a disadvantage. Lacking the stamina and skill for such prolonged combat, it was among the first group of dragons to fall.
Of course, though the dragons appeared unharmed despite scratching and biting each other, the brutal nature of their fight was unmistakable. Anyone foolish enough to join the fray would likely be shredded in seconds. Even the toughest Troll wouldn't last more than a few moments against them, let alone witches and wizards.
As dawn approached, Newt was visibly struggling. He swayed where he stood, his fatigue evident. In his youth, Newt had circled the globe with his suitcase, often going without sleep for days on end. But that had been fifty or sixty years ago; staying up this long was an ordeal for him now, near a century old. He'd already downed two bottles of Awakening Potion to keep going, but even that was barely enough.
As he reached for a third bottle, Kyle swiftly snatched it from his hand. Awakening Potion was effective, but it wasn't something to drink like water. And each dose only forced alertness—the more one consumed, the worse the crash afterward.
"Who knows when this will end? Why don't you rest for a bit?" Kyle suggested, pocketing the potion bottle. "Leave the rest to me."
Newt glanced up at the ongoing battle in the sky, hesitating. But after a moment, he nodded, accepting Kyle's suggestion. He could barely stay on his feet any longer.