About ten miles north of the Forest Dragon's lair, there was a stretch of woodland.
The trees had been blasted into thousands of pieces by the rampant flow of magic power, and the ground was covered with countless large craters.
Inside several of them lay the mangled bodies of adventurers.
In life, they had all been renowned adventurers of the Moon rank.
But facing this immense being, the incarnation of power, the ruler of the skies—a mature Forest Dragon—they were as fragile as paper mâché, and a swipe of the dragon's claw inflicted critical injuries instantly.
The Heavy Armored Warriors fared somewhat better, but the Mages and Healers in the back could not withstand even one attack from the Forest Dragon.
The deep green dragon spread its wings and soared a kilometer high, its dragon eyes filled with rage.
It opened its mouth, where the Grass System magic power gathered and transformed into numerous Light Bullets, shooting towards the adventurers.
