Chapter 55.2
When Bash arrived at the scene, the battle had already been resolved. There were many corpses. Around ten bodies were sprawled out. Half of them were charred, and the other half were dismembered.
The figure of the dragon was far up in the sky, and Bash saw something in its mouth. It was a person. Alive. They waved their hands as their body was pierced by the dragon’s teeth. But whatever they were now, their fate had already been decided. They would either be bitten in the air or taken back to the dragon’s nest and devoured… either way.
Bash waited for the dragon to disappear from sight before cautiously approaching the corpses.
Everything had been reduced to charcoal. The ground, which should have been covered in snow, was exposed, blackened, and charred, with remnants of fire. The bodies had assimilated into the charred ground.
“Only this many people fought against the dragon…?” Bash said, growling as he counted the corpses. There were many dismembered bodies, but even looking at the number of limbs, there were fewer than ten. However hard they had tried, they didn’t seem to have the necessary strength to defeat a dragon.
Would intelligent demons be foolish enough to fight a dragon with only a small number of men? It would be safer to assume that they were ambushed while on the move, but it was hard to believe that anyone living in this area would venture out without thinking twice. If the place were so safe, Bash and his companion would have encountered a demon or two long ago.
“Mister, the tracks come from the mountains.”
Zell’s words made him look in that direction, and indeed, there were clear tracks in the snow where they must have traveled. The tracks led towards the mountain. It would be more natural to assume that they originally fought the dragon with a larger group but couldn’t win and retreated, only to be pursued by the dragon.
“Ah! Mister, only one of them is breathing!”