The sound of an explosion rang out, deafening, as flames and smoke billowed into the air.
A shockwave swept outward, like a raging wind that blew everything away.
At that moment, more than two hundred meters away from the site of the explosion, Noan and Khorvath appeared.
He was carrying her in a princess hold, but his eyes were fixed only on the distant dragon.
"Master… you… you… put me down." Khorvath stammered shyly, her words stumbling over each other.
"Silence!" Noan frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes.
'Even at such a distance, the destructive force is still terrifying. This dragon is nothing like the one I fought in the Trial Space,' Noan thought to himself.
Indeed, the dragon he once battled in the Trial Space had been rather weak—by now, he could have defeated it easily.
But this dragon was different. It was… terrifying.
Though more than five thousand meters away, the fireball did not lose any speed or power; its destructive force remained utterly fearsome.
