The dragon didn't stand a chance against those rapidly shot souls, and the pain made it fly away. Bardeelus shot seven crocodile souls at it, and although they weren't strong enough to kill the beast, the very physical chomps they inflicted were still strong. They left marks, even on such a dragon!
Anyway, their path was clear after those shots. The team flew straight towards the tower, where they enjoyed a subtle landing spot. They made it, and there weren't any creatures here on the tower to pose a threat. Bardeelus felt accomplished, though he was holding in a deadly fart.
The past hour had been intense, and he was mostly stressed through it. Now, he could breathe and sigh in relief through both of his holes, he deserved at least that much.
"You couldn't have farted in the air? We'd fly faster," Erdeta joked, her addition was swift.