Ignoring the gaping wound in its mouth, it unleashed another Dragon Breath—
> A storm of cutting winds.
> WHOOSH!
Blades of compressed air shot forward, sharp enough to tear any Sequence 9 apart.
> He didn't dodge.
He charged straight through the storm, his body slicing into ribbons, his skin shredded by the wind blades—
> But his expression didn't change.
His young face, barely touched by time, was now hardened like steel.
His blood mixed with the storm, but he pressed forward—
> Unstoppable. Unyielding.
The Dragon Slaying Spear gleamed in his hands, an invisible shield of sheer force forming around him.
His superhuman physique kept him from collapsing—
> But he felt the pain. Every cut, every wound.
Still, he pushed forward—
Aiming for the wyvern's head.
> But the beast had learned.
The wyvern, though injured, was no fool.
> It wouldn't be caught off guard twice.
