The air hung thick with tension as Alex scanned the ruined city below.
His [Cursed Eyes of Truth] pierced through the smoke and debris.
Nothing.
Not a single living soul remained in Dragon City.
The dragons had fled - every last one of them.
His wings beat steadily as he hovered above the destruction, the weight of his predicament pressing down on him like a physical force.
Leaving to chase after them wasn't an option.
The moment he abandoned this battlefield, he'd lose track of the Hatred Demon's emergence point.
And with the ritual circle growing stronger by the second, that could mean dooming the entire world.
His fingers twitched at his sides as desperation clawed at his throat.
There had to be a way.
There had to be something he could-
The system panel flickered before him, displaying his skills in stark white letters against the crimson-lit sky:
