Devon's expression softened slightly, and he gave a firm nod. "Although this beast is powerful, Senior Brother Kyle is strong enough to kill it." There was no hesitation in his tone; his faith in Kyle's strength was absolute, as if just mentioning his name was enough to guarantee victory.
Rick also nodded. "Okay, then we'll wait for Senior Brother Kyle to come."
Arnold gave them a reassuring nod, and the three quietly retreated a short distance into the forest, finding a concealed spot where they could tend to their injuries and wait for Kyle's arrival. The tension in their faces slowly eased, though the lingering hatred for the dragon remained clear in their eyes.
From his own hiding place, Max's brows furrowed slightly, his expression hardening. 'So… they aren't giving up on dealing with the three-headed black dragon after all.'
