When Abelhard descended from the sky, riding atop the griffin.
Only then did the nerves of all the survivors finally relax, as if they had regained their backbone.
The camp could no longer withstand a second ordeal if the toxic dragon returned for a second breath attack.
I'm afraid, apart from a few Black Iron Level adventurers, the rest would be hard-pressed to escape its deadly clutches.
After landing, Abelhard briefly announced the crisis at the camp was over and ordered everyone to pack up and prepare to return to Gray Rock Town.
This notification also allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.
The thought of returning to the city now occupied almost everyone's mind.
After so many days of winter hunting, fatigue had already piled up, and now, having survived the toxic dragon's attack, various negative emotions were erupting all at once.
Even Gauss, who had returned to the camp late, could clearly sense the almost palpable atmosphere of anxiety in the air.
