After the initial shock, a sly smile spread across the Aeolus Dragon's face. Even if they had discovered its vulnerability, the thought of these young girls managing to harm it seemed far-fetched. The sword-wielding girl might pose a threat with her formidable weapon, but the Blesser? Barely a tickle.
Yet, in the next instant, a searing pain erupted from the base of his severed horn, eliciting a ferocious roar from the dragon as it frantically shook its head, trying to dislodge Wendy. As it did, droplets of dragon blood trickled down from the wound.
At that moment, a mix of fury and confusion overwhelmed the dragon. It was incensed that these novices had managed to injure it and baffled by how the girl had achieved such a feat.