Chapter 325
"Shit! Dante, look out!" Charlotte screamed, her voice laced with raw panic as she pointed frantically behind him.
Dante spun on instinct—just in time to see a massive ogre barreling toward him, its grotesque muscles bulging as it swung a jagged greatsword aimed directly at his neck.
"Shit," he muttered, heart slamming against his ribs. Too late. His body froze. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the killing blow—
Swoosh!
Thud!
Silence.
"You really should focus more on surviving than flirting," came a smooth, scolding voice from above, carried on the wind like a whisper from the skies. "Try learning from someone who's actually competent."
Dante's eyes snapped open. Charlotte looked up, wide-eyed, and the two of them saw her—perched regally atop a majestic wind dragon, her long hair fluttering behind her like a banner of war.
"Oh? It's you," Dante said with a surprised smile. "Lyra."
