Leave no one behind, never give up

When Frank saw his dearest friend in danger, he did not hesitate for a moment. He pushed his speed to the limit.

He knew that attacking the thick fur and muscle would accomplish little, so he aimed straight for the most vulnerable—and most lethal—target: the eyes.

With a low growl, Frank slid sideways, narrowly avoiding the gaping jaws that the left head instinctively snapped at him. At the same time, the Dagger in his reverse grip traced a cold arc. Putting every ounce of strength into the blow, he drove it with ruthless precision toward the enormous eye burning with eerie green fire in the central head!

Squelch!

With a sickening, muffled sound, the Dagger's tip plunged deep into the basketball-sized eyeball.

Thick, dark yellow fluid mixed with eerie green splattered out instantly, giving off an indescribable stench!

"Awoooo!!!"

The central head let out a deafening, agonized howl. The enormous body convulsed violently at the sudden pain, thrashing wildly.

The beast lost all reason. The two remaining heads snapped blindly at the air, while its massive claws instinctively swiped toward the source of the pain.

A trainee who had just approached from the side to attack its ribs was caught by that blind frenzy. The terrifyingly powerful claw swatted him like a fly, sending him and his armor flying more than ten meters. He slammed into a rock and immediately lost consciousness, his fate unknown.

Yet their comrade's terrible condition did nothing to shake the trainees' resolve to fight to the death.

On the contrary, the Three-Headed Hound's howls and frenzy were like a lit fuse, fully igniting the ferocity and brutality of Colchis that ran through these young warriors' blood.

"It's wounded! Kill it!"

"Avenge our brothers!"

Roars replaced fear, and despair became the courage to take the enemy