It wasn't the first time Desmond had been hung out to dry in a battle situation. The former King ensured that the men at the front lines were as good as worms on a hook. Count Mikael was only following in the footsteps of his brave leader.
As the Duke stared at the sky where a dragon was overhead, the fear that had been eating away at him from the moment he heard it for the second time in his life was going away. The thrill of battle was replacing anything else.
He was beginning to remember just how he faced a dragon the last time.
Since the dragon's movements covered quite a bit of ground but they were still slow, the Duke had a chance to glance at the others.
That's right. He wasn't alone that time. It was the end of the day but still daytime. Under the ground, there were mages preparing to shoot off a mana blast whenever the dragon got close enough. Next to him were two courageous fighters who wouldn't have to make a sacrifice if he had anything to say about it.
