Berserk looked down at her body, soaked through with dragon blood, then lightly shook her head.
In that brief span, the blood had already begun freezing solid, clinging to her hair and making a dry rustling sound.
“Hey—! You all right over there—?!”
“I’m fine!”
“Then fetch my spear while you’re at it—!”
It was not a particularly difficult request.
After lightly shaking away the blood that had seeped into places such as her ears, gloves, and boots, she approached the dragon’s corpse.
In that short span, its clouded eye had rolled sideways and now greeted her.
“Hmm.”
Its entire head had toppled over from being pierced by a single spear.
Berserk felt a small flicker of competitive spirit at such violent power as she stepped onto the fallen head.
Then she knelt near the dragon’s temple and reached toward the round wound.
She knew that although the spear from earlier had knocked the dragon down, it had not fully penetrated the head.
CRRUNCH!
The spear had neither passed through the skull nor remained protruding from the wound.
So Berserk personally shoved her hand inside the wound to search for the shaft.
Fortunately, it did not seem she would need to tear the injury open any farther.
Grrrind.
The very end of the shaft, barely caught in her hand, began emerging again through the hole it had entered.
Blood gurgled and splashed during the process, but Berserk did not care.
Her body had already been drenched in dragon blood for some time.
Pah!
At last, the…