In the vast clearing of the forest, only three shadows remained.
Me, Seria, and even Cien.
The trees and rocks that had filled the clearing had long since turned to powder and scattered. Since the ground itself had been horribly burst open, everything standing on it had no choice but to perish.
Of course, we weren’t entirely unscathed either.
First, I had run so urgently that my breathing wasn’t steady. After reaching High Expert, there hadn’t been many times my breath became this ragged.
Moreover, my body had wounds all over from battling the vampire’s kin. My appearance, drenched in blood, wouldn’t look normal to anyone.
However, even this couldn’t compare to the princess.
None of Cien’s limbs were intact. Blood was trickling down from the penetrating wounds on her arms and legs, and her light gray eyes, having endured intense pain, were so blurry that they couldn’t even focus.
She was a girl who inherited the dragon’s…