Maxwell's body rolled across the broken battlefield before finally stopping near the remains of a shattered boulder.
For several moments, he did not move.
Blood slowly spread beneath him.
His chest rose weakly.
Every breath felt painful.
The white and golden aura surrounding him had become unstable now, flickering repeatedly like a flame struggling against strong winds. Even the dragon shadow behind him looked distorted compared to before, its massive outline wavering as if it too could collapse at any moment.
Maxwell tried moving his arm.
Pain exploded through his body instantly.
"…Kgh…"
His fingers trembled against the dirt.
His vision blurred badly.
One eye could barely open anymore.
Then—
Heavy footsteps approached.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Each one sounded closer than the last.
Maxwell's breathing became rougher.
Even without looking, he already knew who it was.
Borzoi.
