"We should retreat as soon as we can."
The four-man party came to such a conclusion after a hushed conclusion on the slope towards the ruins of the dragon lair.
Ivan held his breath and peeked at the mountain below. The colossal dragon that was covered in steel was breathing resoundingly, as if prepared to attack soon. In front of it, the black-clothed people had assumed their formation—four spellcasters were protected by almost fifteen melee warriors, while archers and some others of different work were already hidden at other locations.
At the center of their formation, a spellcaster who appeared to be a woman floated in the air. The atmosphere around her was twisted by translucent magic, showing that she was a Gold-tier novice mage.
