There were no more unexpected twists. An experienced archmage's long-planned attack was unlikely to miss again, so the outcome that followed was only natural.
The surging flames struck the black dragon head-on just as he came to a stop. Caesar only had time to breathe a layer of frost before being blasted away.
Flame Surge brought not only incomparably intense fire, but also astonishing impact force. Hit head-on by such a terrifying spell, even though the black dragon weighed around seven tons, he was sent flying off the ground. He smashed into dead trees and rocks in midair, changed direction twice in succession, and finally crashed down in defeat.
A wide swath of torn black scales and spilled blood was left behind, soon obscured by waves of rising dust and smoke.
"Is it over?"
The knights were not sure. They urged their warhorses into a circle around Archmage Anthony, swords lowered toward the ground as they covered their mouths and noses and peered into the dust.
The white-bearded archmage shook his head lightly. The creature inside had not died outright. He could still sense the life force flowing from it.
The old mage quietly retreated two steps. His mana was nearly exhausted, and he needed a short time to recover.
After nearly fifteen seconds of silence.
"Huff..."
A deep breath sounded beside the knights' ears, coming from the dust and yellow earth. It carried a lingering, sticky weight that could not be fully described in words, and it gradually grew louder with time.
"It's that black dragon." The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly.
As the dust spread, the soldiers finally saw the massive black silhouette gradually emerging. It was still standing, slowly walking out of the dirt.
Caesar's entire left side had been mangled. Struck head-on by Flame Surge, he