"Someone, get him to safety!" Dracon shouted, his eyes scanning the chaos as he continued firing at the mutated snake he had just blinded. The snake, now enraged and thrashing wildly, posed a lethal threat.
Its erratic movements could easily crush anyone who ventured too close, making the situation even more perilous.
The group hesitated, unwilling to risk their lives, but then, a small figure moved with surprising speed. It was the girl who had always been by Dracon's side.
Without hesitation, she darted toward the paralyzed man, her movements fluid and determined. Despite his size—twice her own—she gritted her teeth and began dragging him away with a strength that seemed almost impossible for her small frame.
"Ah!" she screamed, ducking just in time as the blinded mutated snake slammed its head down vertically in her direction.
Though she narrowly avoided the strike, the man she was dragging didn't have the same luck—his body, stiff from paralysis, couldn't react in time.
