What made this harsh land fertile was the massive storm clouds. The lightning within those clouds drove away countless evils. Lastly, the winds, which moved along with the lightning, swept away the remaining filth.

The storm is a guardian that watches over us.

. . .

Boom!!

"Kugh!!"

Aswell blocked the crashing lightning with his holy sword and gazed up at the being that reigned in the sky. A considerable amount of time had already passed, but he had yet to successfully land a single attack.

No, it wasn't even about attacking; merely defending himself took all his focus.

'This is a dragon...!'

The dragon that governs the storm, the Stormblast clan.

It was an overwhelming strength that was starkly different from their previous encounters. There was no need for grand gestures; just Kunder’s gaze directed at Aswell sent lightning crashing down from the clouds.

If it weren't for the overwhelming defensive capabilities of the holy sword and armor, he would have been reduced to ashes by now.

Boom...

Kunder Stormblast's power was formidable.

It was akin to Mercadia’s strength.

But Kunder was not trying to kill the hero with all his might.

In other words, he was holding back.

"Haah... Haah..."

If things continued like this, Aswell could envision a future where he would ultimately collapse under the constant defensive strain.

But.

'I’m starting to understand him!'

Clang!@@novelbin@@

Aswell’s holy sword collided with the lightning, creating a sound like metal striking metal.

It didn’t just stop there.

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