Torvar was stunned to see Roksar appear like a hero.
"Roksar, how the hell are you here?"
"How? I ran here to save my friend, of course!"
Half of it was true, half was utter bullshit.
Roksar was not just a blacksmith but also a warrior capable of fighting. However, unlike other Meisters, he hadnât gone to the surface and had remained underground.
Because of a certain bastard.
"It would be great to block them outside, but thatâs not easy, right? If Doomheim is breached by a dragon, someone has to defend the city."
"Fair enough. But, bastard, why are you staring at me while saying this?"
Karami put on an annoyingly innocent expression.
"You lost, didnât you? The bet."
A drinking bet where the loser had to grant the winnerâs request.
Karami had won and had made an absurdly specific demand: âIf a dragon breathes its attack, donât run. Block it.â
"Who knew the bastard would actually make me block a dragonâs breath!"
Looking back now, Karami had already known. That there would be a battle with Skadia. That she would target Magmarâs Heart.
And even more than thatâ
"The breath is non-negotiable. Even if Skadia charges, donât move."
"Why the hell not?"@@novelbin@@
"You can only block it once, canât you? Then block the strongest breath. That way, we have a fifty-fifty shot."