Chương 39: The Wyrmling’s Wrath

The creature let out a deafening roar, its wings unfurling in a display of dominance. A ripple of power surged through the air, forcing both girls to brace themselves.

Enara scowled, her hands igniting with flickering darkfire. "Liria, don't just stand there! It's big, not invincible!"

Big, not invincible? Liria's gaze darted to the stats hovering over the creature's head. Level 15. Strength 45. Health 2000. It was like comparing a house cat to a dragon. She tightened her grip on her sword, muttering under her breath, "Yeah, no pressure."

[Pro tip: Its weakness is fire. You know, the thing you're mildly competent at. Unless you'd rather take up knitting instead.]

You are unbelievable, Liria shot back mentally.