Second Hunt Finale [3]

Ser Hughway's thick eyebrows furrowed into a deep, anxious crease as a sudden, violent vibration rattled the soles of his boots.

He snapped his head upward, sweeping his keen gaze across the smoky horizon, expecting to see the colossal obsidian silhouette of Dark Sister hovering above to lock down the skies.

She was nowhere to be seen.

A cold jolt of alarm shot down the veteran Sword Master's spine.

If the 4th-Tier Dragon was no longer maintaining her high-altitude patrol, it could only mean one terrifying truth:

Viscount Craig had descended directly into the heart of the blazing central area.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ser Hughway kicked off the dirt, surging forward like a silver cannonball and plunging straight through the wall of roaring dragonfire.

"Commander! What is it? What's wrong?!" Ser Damian shouted from behind, his legs blurring as he pushed his physical limits to keep pace with the Master.