"Roar——"
With a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth, Stieg's figure grew larger and larger in the eyes of the dwarf warrior, almost filling his entire field of vision.
Blistering hot air rushed forward, mingled with the pungent stench of sulfur and acrid gunpowder smoke. Bren's forehead dripped with beaded sweat, a mixture of tension, anticipation, and terror swelling in his chest.
He shut his left eye, steadying the steel crossbow as he aimed at the gap on the bipedal wyvern's left chest. His finger rested on the trigger, prepared to pull at any moment.
At this moment, the bipedal wyvern was less than two hundred meters away from the dwarf. To it, a diving attack would only take an instant.
Bren knew he had but one chance. If he failed to hit the heart and deliver a fatal strike to the Dragon Blood monster, then his fate would almost certainly be—death!
He muttered under his breath, "Father God Moradin, grant me your blessing..."
