Roar!
The dragon's roar was so terrifying that Merlin's hair stood on end.
And it wasn't just the roar—its appearance was even more horrifying.
Its body was formed from human corpses piled together, giving it a twisted and imperfect shape.
It had only one wing on its right side, and even that was deformed.
Its left leg was missing, while both of its eyes were hollow and lifeless—not alive, but like a doll's.
The dragon fixed its gaze on Merlin, then lunged at him.
Facing the attack, Merlin didn't flinch. He leaped backward to evade it.
Boom!
The ground where he had been standing collapsed, leaving a hole one meter deep.
Not stopping there, the dragon pressed its assault, chasing him relentlessly.
Merlin jumped into the air, spun his body, and continued to evade its pursuit.
But he knew this couldn't go on. He had to counterattack.
Opening his right palm, the Arkan staff appeared in his grasp.
