Chapter 45
"Human Dragon!" Elijah shouted as he leapt from the roof he was on, landing in the narrow alleyway without so much as a scratch.
He didn't linger for even a heartbeat before dashing toward Max, who had just crashed into the ground.
In the span of a second, Elijah was upon him, twisting his body so that he could kneel by Max's side. There, lying sprawled on the cold, cracked floor, was the dragon—huffing and panting, pain etched deep across his features.
Though still conscious, Max's battered body trembled as his ragged, labored breath escaped his lips. His vision swam as he locked eyes with the man in front of him.
Recognition dawned. It didn't take long before Max realized who it was—the same man who had approached him a few days back, the same one who had guided him with cryptic advice. And now, here he was again.
Yellow eyes bore into him, glowing faintly in the darkness—eyes filled with concern, but also carrying a weight of worry.
