Torvar was stunned to see Roksar appear like a hero.

"Roksar, how the hell are you here?"

"How? I ran here to save my friend, of course!"

Half of it was true, half was utter bullshit.

Roksar was not just a blacksmith but also a warrior capable of fighting. However, unlike other Meisters, he hadn’t gone to the surface and had remained underground.

Because of a certain bastard.

"It would be great to block them outside, but that’s not easy, right? If Doomheim is breached by a dragon, someone has to defend the city."

"Fair enough. But, bastard, why are you staring at me while saying this?"

Karami put on an annoyingly innocent expression.

"You lost, didn’t you? The bet."

A drinking bet where the loser had to grant the winner’s request.

Karami had won and had made an absurdly specific demand: “If a dragon breathes its attack, don’t run. Block it.”

"Who knew the bastard would actually make me block a dragon’s breath!"

Looking back now, Karami had already known. That there would be a battle with Skadia. That she would target Magmar’s Heart.@@novelbin@@

And even more than that—

"The breath is non-negotiable. Even if Skadia charges, don’t move."

"Why the hell not?"

"You can only block it once, can’t you? Then block the strongest breath. That way, we have a fifty-fifty shot."

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