Michael responded with a quiet, knowing smile. The warriors, who had momentarily been thrown off by the dragon's presence, regained their confidence. After all, these were individuals who had once shaken the very foundations of the continent. While a one on one battle against a Class-1 beast might be daunting, they believed that together, they could triumph.
Watching from near the fortress walls, Miaomiao's eyes gleamed dangerously at the mention of being "hunted." The feline flew over, her presence adding to the tension. Michael, maintaining his composure, plucked an arrow from his quiver and prepared his next move.
"It's time they learn what it feels like to be hunted," he said, his voice cold yet resolute. "Marcus, Miaomiao—let's show them."
