Galos's gaze locked onto the Curse Master.
In the next moment, he braved the rain of arrows, his Dragon Wings flapping as he shot toward the Curse Master like a cannonball.
At the same time.
The Paladin Leo slightly bent his knees, shattering the ground as he leapt high into the air, an oath of vengeance escaping his lips.
"I swear by the honor and radiance of a Paladin! I must exterminate the Evil Dragon before me!"
This was not mere rhetoric, but a skill belonging to the Revenge Paladin.
Upon making a vengeance vow to annihilate a visible creature, for the next minute, whether attacking or defending, he would have a significant advantage in resistance or damage evaluation.
Dark Arts!
Facing the formidable Red Iron Dragon, the battle-hardened Curse Master was fearless, rhythmically constructing a second spell. A single drop of asphalt as a medium evaporated from his palm.
Galos's vision went dark.
Like being shrouded by darkness, his physical sight was obscured.
