Chapter 33: Emotion
"Where's Raya?" I asked bluntly as I landed next to one of Vargan's generals, Baldrek.
The man looked like he had been through hell - his long beard was singed and burnt, likely from the Flame Dragon's fire, and his once sturdy, imposing, steel armor was cracked. Even his mace looked like it was only another few blows away from falling apart completely.
Raya was my primary concern as I landed on the wartorn battlefield that was once a dark forest. I had given the area a quick glance over when I arrived, and the wolf girl was nowhere in sight.
But, in the same strand, I didn't see her body anywhere either. Granted, it was hard to tell anyone apart in all the mangled and bloodied corpses, but it was a small reassurance.
There was still a large Flame Dragon towering over us, but I put it aside for the moment. Its fellow red dragon was dead, and I'd given Vargan a quick use of my [Light Heal] skill to ensure he wouldn't kick the bucket just yet.
But, if it turned out Raya had been killed while I was gone, I wouldn't feel guilty anymore about chopping the Dwarven King's head off.
"Safe. Skarn retreated with her," Baldrek grunted out, the man wiping a strand of blood from his mouth. A wave of relief shot through me at his words
Good. If anything had happened to her, I would've been pissed at myself for not turning back earlier.
"Good work," I said simply, turning to the Flame Dragon towering over us as it opened its mouth to launch a wave of fire down.
[Iunt] [Flame Dragon] - Level 137
It was pretty strong, so I could see how the two dwarves were losing even with their enchantments. Honestly, considering the level difference, and how a Succubus Princess was currently buffing the Flame Dragon, it was impressive that Baldrek and Vargan had held out for as long as they did.