Battle on the Dragon's Back

The demon dragon circled above and below, blotting out the sky. Scorching flames sprayed from the gaps in its pitch-black scales like meteors trailing long tails of fire. The dragonfire it scattered along the way was thick as oil and continued burning even upon the sea.

Yet even amid the flames, countless schools of fish surged forward one after another, bursting from the surface and hurling themselves into the dragonfire like moths to a flame, all to draw close to the dense dragon bloodline within—something no sea creature could resist.

Fine beads of sweat seeped down Vivianna's forehead, plastering her platinum-blonde bangs into damp strands.

The hellish environment upon the demon dragon's body made every step difficult for her.

A dragon's body was not so easy to climb. Every adult High Dragon was a small world unto itself, like the divine domain of half a god.

The dragon's surface was manageable enough, but its belly was even more like a gigantic furnace.

Any dragon slayer who entertained thoughts of entering a dragon's belly to wreak havoc invariably met the same end: not even bones remained.

Vivianna had left many wounds across the demon dragon's back, but visible to the naked eye, those wounds glimmered red, dispelling the spiritual radiance left by her longsword. Every bud of flesh writhed as new scales rapidly grew.

Vivianna had already ruled out the possibility of killing the dragon from atop its body, but she still had no intention of retreating. She had resolved to find Mahmud II's whereabouts within this boundless inferno.

Roar—

Wave after wave of roars came from the flames. Ferocious beasts formed from dragonfire lurked there, waiting for her to reveal an opening.

Vivianna knew perfectly well that these monsters could not be killed off.

She suddenly leaped into the air.