"Shelter Lord," one of them gasped.
"He came…"
"Haha… we're saved!"
Relief spread quickly through the group. Cole lowered his spear slightly, the tension finally leaving his expression for the first time since the dragon transformed.
As the dragon roared and snapped its jaws toward him, he stepped forward without hesitation and drove his fist straight into its jaw.
BOOM!
Bone did not just crack—it shattered. Fragments scattered across the ground as the massive body skidded backward nearly twenty feet, its claws tearing deep lines into the earth before it finally came to a stop.
Seeing this, Cole's spear dipped lower, and the Association members stared with parted lips. The same dragon that had forced them into retreat had just been pushed back by a single punch. Even Zich stood frozen, momentarily forgetting the soul stone near his feet.
