The Injured Dragon

It had fought fiercely through the entire night, expending nearly all its magic power. By the end, it had sustained serious injuries. After carrying its master for such a long time, and bearing the weight of two people, the dragon's wings were gravely injured and now it had reached its limit.

With a mournful cry, Freyr felt his body plummet as the dragon dropped from the sky...

"Damn it! Think of something! Your dragon is going down!!"

"Wah... Daddy! Mommy!! Mommy..."

"Stop crying! If you keep crying, we're both going to die!!"

"Wah... Mommy... Please save poor little Lilith..."

When Freyr woke up, he felt as if his neck was about to snap. Just moving his head a little caused sharp pain in his neck.

As his mind slowly cleared, Freyr realized he was lying on the cold, muddy ground. Once his consciousness fully returned, he confirmed he was still alive.

He stayed still for a moment, ensuring that his limbs and body weren't seriously injured, before struggling to sit up. His head was still spinning, and the last thing he remembered before blacking out was the dragon, unable to withstand its injuries, finally plummeting from the sky. That silly girl, in a moment of crisis, cried for her mother like a child, showing none of the prowess expected from an eighth-level Wizard.

In the end, it was the dragon itself that mustered the last of its strength, desperately flapping its wings to maintain some balance, but it could only manage a rapid descent toward the ground...

After that, Freyr's mind was filled with fragments: falling, a loud crash, the forest...

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, he looked around and sighed. The dragon lay not far from him, creating a large crater in the ground where it landed. The once dense forest was now littered with broken trees, the result of the dragon's crash. Despite its tough scales protecting its body, the wound on its wing appeared worse, likely aggravated by the forced flight.

The dragon now lay in deep sleep, its entire body radiating a faint glow from its crimson scales and skin. Even asleep, the dragon's immense presence instilled a strong sense of fear in Freyr. Perhaps it was humanity's innate fear of dangerous creatures.

The dragon's breathing sounded like a storm, with black smoke occasionally puffing from its nostrils. Thinking about the intense battle from the previous night, Freyr couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Witnessing such a fierce fight firsthand was far more exhilarating than any movie he had seen in his past life!

Unfortunately, the ice beauty's prediction had come true.

Lilith, the kind-hearted girl, had expended a lot of her magic creating a transfer magic circle to move the battle to the remote Banjiao Mountain outside the city to avoid harming innocent people. Although this act saved many lives, it drained much of her magic power, leading to her defeat at her sister's hands.

Initially, both powerful Wizards commanded their dragons in a fierce battle, with a fire dragon and an ice dragon evenly matched. But as Lilith's magic waned, she began to lose ground.

Despite everything, Lilith, in her kindness, made sure to pull Freyr along when escaping. She truly was a conscientious girl.

Thinking back on it, Lilith had saved many of his men's lives last night. Feeling a bit guilty about his previous harshness towards her, Freyr glanced at Lilith lying not far from him. She was asleep, her long lashes fluttering slightly, with no apparent injuries and breathing evenly.

Freyr walked over and gently patted her face. In her sleep, the little Wizard mumbled, "Mom... Dad... I'm... poor little Lilith..."

This silly girl, even in her sleep, didn't stutter.

Freyr chuckled... she really was just a child.

Feeling grateful to have survived such a perilous situation, Freyr gently patted her face again, then whispered, "Hey, wake up. Time to wake up."

Lilith finally groggily opened her eyes. Seeing Freyr's face so close to hers, she let out a startled cry, leaping up and clutching her collar tightly, backing away as her wide eyes stared at Freyr, as if afraid he might bully her.

Seeing her reaction, Freyr couldn't help but laugh. He stepped back a bit and said with a wry smile, "Wizard, you're finally awake. We're in quite a predicament right now."

Lilith shook her head, fully awakening, and suddenly exclaimed, "M-my dragon!"

Seeing the slumbering Crimson Dragon not far away, she jumped up and ran to it, throwing herself on its claw. Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried, "My Sunfire... my Sunfire... Teacher's gift..."

Seeing the dragon's wound, Lilith rummaged through her robe, only to find her empty bag... all its contents extorted by Freyr earlier.

With no magical materials, Lilith had no choice but to spread her hands and quickly chant a string of incantations. A faint, milky-white light emanated from her hands, but even Freyr, who knew nothing about magic, could see that the spell seemed weak and off.