Horhell turned his head. “Hey.”

As if responding to Horhell’s words, the dragon curled up inside the valley exhaled a long and deep breath through its nose. The dragon seemed to be in a pretty bad condition due to its injury, but desperately rubbed its face against Horhell’s torso as Horhell approached it.

Because the dragon was much larger and heavier, the impact from the fall was much greater for the dragon than it was for Horhell. One of its wings was broken here and there, and thus left limping. It was rather fortunate that the injury was only limited to this, thanks to falling between the valleys and rolling at an angle.

Horhell could instinctively feel that the dragon was in a pretty bad condition, to the extent that it couldn’t fly. That alone was already fatal for the dragon.

“Haha,” Horhell laughed helplessly.

Horhell had never thought that his journey would end in this way. He had abandoned his morality as well as his honor, all to save this dragon. But he was about to face such a ridiculous end. There were less than two hours left before sunrise. Horhell had already given up all hope, as surrendering was nothing but a long and terrible death.

From the side of the valley came low humming sounds, almost like a chorus—it was the song sung by the rebels.

Horhell clutched his sword, but he knew that it would be difficult to fight, given the current condition of his body. He looked back at the dragon...