Hundreds of goblins slain, countless orcs felled, packs of wolves cleaved through, and even ground dragons were fought:
"Fireball!" Lorel cast.
"Hyah!" Cynthia lunged forward with her spear.
Hours into their tireless grind, the group find themselves in a stone quarry to the west of the city gates, facing a wingless dragon that was covered in rocky scales.
["Stone Dragon" | Level 45]
As the elf's fireball crashed against its stone hide, the flames did little to budge it.
"It's tough-!" Lorel called out.
The same was the case for the red-haired woman's spear, as it bounced right off of the ground dragon's sturdy shell.
"Gah—!" Cynthia stumbled back after her spear was deflected.
It was the size of a carriage, built bulky and wide as it stomped its feet down before spinning around, using its tail as a whip as it neared the girl—
"Nnh—!" Cynthia flinched, unable to move in time.
CLANG
