The group thought the dragon's attack would surely be the end of Aren as the flames slammed into him and engulfed him completely.
But when they looked toward Aren's teammates at the back, none of them wore worried expressions. That alone was unsettling.
The reason became clear the next moment.
A silhouette walked through the flames.
Step by step, Aren emerged from the inferno, completely unharmed and untouched. As he stepped out, his shadow armor dissipated.
"Damn," he said casually. "That was pretty hot."
They stared at him in shock.
He had tanked not just a normal dragon breath, but one modified by another teammate's ability. It was completely absurd.
The man wielding the exploding sword gritted his teeth in rage. He hated that Aren had just endured one of their most destructive attacks.
"Ahhh!" he roared as he launched forward, slashing downward.
Aren dodged to the side and landed a clean punch into his ribs.
Crack.
