"A full minute, if that's all Lynn was asking for."
Arezu resolved himself to fight a monster he had fought a thousand times before—once again on his own, without the comrades who once stood by his side, without the one who once led them forward and guided their path.
Why would you even get scared facing a dragon?
It wasn't just a dragon. The fear imprinted in his blood made him instinctively tremble before any monster. No matter how hard he gripped his weapon, how steady his legs were, how much he focused his mind on the fight, the fear remained within the very core of his body—at his heart.
I know you're scared, and so am I.
But when you think about it, we're as scared of a dragon as we are of a slime.
That makes a dragon nothing special—just an oversized lizard.
—ROOOAAARRRR!—
