"Roar!!!"
A gale swept toward the Bedboard Wyvern. It howled again, ready to spew its accumulated wood chips like a torrential downpour, but the wings behind Dawn spread in an instant, propelling her straight toward it.
"Though the road ahead teems with wails and filth, neither hatred nor evil spirits can bar the fearless."
Tang Qi sang the verse of the Creed of Glory that represented [Fearless Challenge].
Dawn felt hot blood surge into every inch of her muscles.
Wood chips scoured her dress, tore through its fabric, and pierced her skin. She felt the pain, and blood stained her clothes red.
Yet she actually found herself enjoying that pain.
Only when she hurt could she feel that she was truly alive.
It thrilled her, and made her even more fearless.
So she charged into its breath, burst through the torrent of wood chips, and brought her Lute blazing down on her enemy—a Giant Dragon.
Even if it was only a bed, it still possessed a Giant Dragon's might.
It was as though she wanted to make up for her past self, who had turned into a Ragdoll in the Wasteland and lost the ability to move. Back then, she had missed the glory of slaying the Red Dragon with her own hands.
She had swallowed that regret and quietly kept it in her heart.
Now, she was all the more unwilling to let this chance slip away.
The golden light blooming across the soundbox grew even brighter. Its radiant edge cut through the air, flashing before their eyes with a painful glare. "[Supreme Holy Slash]!"
In the past, she would never have used a fifth-level Spell Slot.
It would surely have destroyed her body, tearing it apart with holy light. Repairing it afterward would inevitably have been a troublesome