With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, Beast summoned every last ounce of strength he had left, channeling his mana into his remaining limbs as he hurtled towards the dragon with unstoppable force. Despite the excruciating pain wracking his body, he refused to yield, his willpower unbroken even in the face of such adversity.
His body hurt.
Two of his limbs were missing, blood was flowing out of the wounds and even the wyvern was roaring in pain as it felt the same as Beast, and yet, he pushed on, ignoring the pain in order to finish the battle.
As he drew closer to the dragon, Beast could feel the raw power coursing through his veins, fueled by his determination to win this battle. With a primal roar, he unleashed his attack.
The claws on his remaining hand glowed green as a small vortex appeared around each one while they elongated before he struck down at the dragon, each claw slicing through the air with deadly precision as they fell down on the dragon with immense force.
The flood dragon, caught off guard by Beast's sudden resurgence, struggled to break free from Blackie's grasp, its body writhing in agony as the lightning continued to course through its veins. But Blackie held firm, his grip unyielding as he channeled his mana into his claws, refusing to let go until the dragon lay defeated at his feet.
Even when the dragon continued thrashing about and using its mana, controlling the ice to batter Blackie's body and freeze him, Blackie didn't stop holding it.
Beast's claws tore through the air with ferocious intensity, each strike drawing blood as they sliced through the dragon's scales with ruthless efficiency. The dragon roared in agony, its once-proud form now reduced to little more than a battered and broken heap beneath the relentless assault.
Each strike of a claw broke multiple scales of the dragon and caused deep lacerations to appear on the dragon's body.
As Beast's claws descended upon the flood dragon, he could feel the weight of his determination driving each blow, fueling his strength despite his injuries. With each strike, he poured more of his mana into the attack, channeling the power of the wind and the beasts within him to deliver a final, decisive blow.
The flood dragon, weakened and battered, could do little to defend itself against Beast's onslaught. Its once-mighty form trembled beneath the force of his strikes, its roars of pain echoing through the forest as it struggled to stay awake against the relentless assault.
But Beast would not be deterred. With a primal roar, he summoned every ounce of his strength, pouring it into his final attack as he prepared to deliver the killing blow. With a mighty swipe of his claws, he struck true, aiming for the dragon's heart with unwavering precision.
The flood dragon let out one final, defiant roar as Beast's claws pierced its chest, tearing through scales and flesh alike as they found their mark, only to stop right before piercing through its heart.
"Do ... you ... concede?" Beast weakly asked as the dragon stared into his eyes for a bit before exhaling deeply.
"I ... concede."
And with those words, Blackie let go of the dragon as it sensed a change. Beast's body and the dragon's body, as well as their souls, resonated as a pact was established.
They had evolved much faster than the others, and right now, the healing potions that they could purchase were those fit for Tier IV beings, and there were some that could be used for Tier V beings.
Even if they bought the ones for Tier V beings and used them, they would need enough potions to fill up a small pool to help Laura heal the trio, which was simply not viable.
As Laura worked diligently to heal Beast, the wyvern, and Blackie, the rest of the group stood guard, their eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. Despite his exhaustion from the intense battle, Blackie remained vigilant, ready to defend Beast at a moment's notice.
Of course, the chances of a creature or person who was powerful enough to threaten them appearing here was low, ridiculously low, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
About half an hour had passed, and Laura had finished.
The limbs of Beast and the wyvern were properly attached, but they now needed to heal their injuries, which were still present.
"Let's go, I'll continue healing all three along the way," Laura said as the others nodded their heads.
Greenie, Wolf, and Tank went over the wyvern and lifted it with their immense strength while Blackie tried to stand up, but was limping.
"Wait a bit." Reign suddenly turned into a blur as he sped through the desolate area they were in before reaching the forest and cutting down several trees before neatly cutting them up in thick planks.
He then took out chains, which were the mana-restraining chains he had, which were also the only chains he and the rest of the group had, and used them to create three makeshift stretchers that he brought back with him.
"Place them here, it'll be easier for us to transport them." Reign said as the others nodded before they started walking back to Doncaster.
The dragon had disappeared right after Beast had tamed it, it had gone back to the spatial dimension to heal.
Blackie could do the same, but it didn't want to, it wanted to stay and make sure Beast was fine before going back to the spatial dimension.
As the group made their way back to Doncaster, the atmosphere was heavy with a mix of exhaustion, relief, and anticipation. Beast had emerged victorious against the flood dragon, but the toll of the battle was evident in the wounded state of Beast, the wyvern, and Blackie.
Laura walked alongside the makeshift stretchers, her focus entirely on monitoring the condition of Beast and the others. With each step, she channeled her demonic energy into their bodies, hastening the healing process and ensuring that their injuries were treated with the utmost care.
Reign, Greenie, Wolf, and Tank took turns carrying the stretchers, their movements steady and determined, allowing them to pass through the area with relative ease, and in about half an hour, they reached Doncaster.