Drake, after speaking, turned to Luna and nodded for her to follow. She hesitated naturally, unable to think or see reason in whatever Drake had in mind.
'Is he insane? What the hell does he think he's gonna pull off—'
Even Kyle's eyelids lifted in awe. "Drake, huhhh... Drake, are you sure of—"
Drake placed a hand on his hilt and then waved back at Kyle. "You guys have done enough already. I'll handle the rest."
This bit was even more confusing to Kyle. He couldn't grasp why Drake had said that. Why would he be insinuating such unbelievable shit?
Kyle knew Drake was not the type to joke about things as serious as a life-and-death battle—so what did he mean by…
"What?!"
Kyle gasped in shock as, in the blink of an eye, his entire environment changed. He was no longer on the battlefield—no longer in the cloudy fogs or under the dark ash rain—but on the sidelines with the other awakened.
"How am I here?"
"This is—? Fucking... what's going on?"
"What is this?"
Kyle's eyes grew even wider. He craned his neck to his left and right, seeing the other S-ranked awakened who had been battling the boss monster alongside him.
Realizing what was going on, he could only smile. "I really hope you know what you're doing, Drakon."
Deep within the battlefield, Drake continued his walk toward the boss monster. It was dazed—wondering where all its opponents had disappeared to.
If Drake Drakon had been the beast, he would've been just as disoriented by this move.
This was insane, even by Drake's standards. It felt almost like suicide—going up against a beast that even a cohort of S-ranked, SS-ranked, and SSS-ranked awakened had struggled to keep up with.
It was as though, for a moment, in this sorry state he called his second life, he was no longer Drake Drakon—but once more, the revered Kendrick Skylar.
Or maybe, that was who he was now... only mentally.
'I think I finally figured out her ability…' Drake stopped in his tracks, his presence now known to the Dungeon's King.
The fiery blue eyes of the beast gnawed at him. It could clearly see through him—the threat he posed—and how weak he was compared to the other awakened it had faced earlier.
The Ice Banshee did not hesitate to take the opening, lunging forward at a speed too fast for Drake to react to—or even see.
It reached him, and with its blade-like claws, it thrust its hand into Drake's gut, piercing through easily.
The attack let out a sickening sound, followed by Drake's loud scream as agony shot through his body, jolting him violently.
It was an attack sure enough to kill him if nothing was done fast.
The Ice Banshee let out a low gurgling sound that resembled laughter—it was clear the beast was mocking him.
Drake let out a chuckle of his own, grabbing onto the Banshee's hand still lodged in his gut, causing a slow downpour of blood to the ground.
"How dare you mock me, beast," he snarled, increasing his grip around the Banshee with all his strength.
It wasn't a grip strong enough to destroy the Banshee's arm, but it was strong enough to hold it in place.
And for what reason came next.
A dark red glow emanated from the side of the two—it was faint at first, then grew brighter, warmer... perhaps even alive. But to the Banshee, that feeling was unmistakable.
It was a sensation she had come to know all too well—and she began to quiver, turning her gaze toward the source of the light.
This was the first time Drake had ever seen true fear in the eyes of a monster. The Ice Banshee, in sight of Kyvern, who had its mouth open and gurgling with turbulent flames, became erratic.
The all-powerful boss monster began to shriek—shaking violently in a desperate attempt to escape.
But it was already too late for that.
Drake had planned this all along, and according to his plan, he held the Ice Banshee in place as Kyvern prepared its final attack.
With a devilish grin, he finally spoke, "Burn her."
With those words leaving Drake's lips, Kyvern blasted out its powerful attack at the Ice Banshee.
The release of such erratic power sounded like thunder, and in the next moment, the entire vicinity around them was engulfed in flames—coating the battlefield even more, especially to those watching from outside.
And then, the next moment—
{Ding}
{Boss monster defeated}
They had won.