The Holy Multi-headed Dragon stood in the valley, slowly turning around, its massive tail sweeping over the tops of the two people's heads more than once, scaring them into a cold sweat.
Their figures blended into the shadow behind the huge rock one after the other, almost feeling completely drained, Qian was fine, but Brand felt his back was almost soaked with sweat.
He let out a long breath and began to plan what to do next. His gaze passed over a patch of tree shadows, fortunately in the Black Forest, the towering ancient trees left not much open space.
He considered moving along the side near the northern ridge. If he could enter the other side of the valley there, it would be enough to avoid the gaze of the Holy Multi-headed Dragon.
The distance was less than two miles, even less than half of what was originally estimated.
