Is this really a Game?!

With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, Beast summoned every last ounce of strength he had left, channeling his mana into his remaining limbs as he hurtled towards the dragon with unstoppable force. Despite the excruciating pain wracking his body, he refused to yield, his willpower unbroken even in the face of such adversity.

His body hurt.

Two of his limbs were missing, blood was flowing out of the wounds and even the wyvern was roaring in pain as it felt the same as Beast, and yet, he pushed on, ignoring the pain in order to finish the battle.

As he drew closer to the dragon, Beast could feel the raw power coursing through his veins, fueled by his determination to win this battle. With a primal roar, he unleashed his attack.

The claws on his remaining hand glowed green as a small vortex appeared around each one while they elongated before he struck down at the dragon, each claw slicing through the air with deadly precision as they fell down on the dragon with immense force.

The flood dragon, caught off guard by Beast’s sudden resurgence, struggled to break free from Blackie’s grasp, its body writhing in agony as the lightning continued to course through its veins. But Blackie held firm, his grip unyielding as he channeled his mana into his claws, refusing to let go until the dragon lay defeated at his feet.

Even when the dragon continued thrashing about and using its mana, controlling the ice to batter Blackie’s body and freeze him, Blackie didn’t stop holding it.

Beast’s claws tore through the air with ferocious intensity, each strike drawing blood as they sliced through the dragon’s scales with ruthless efficiency. The dragon roared in agony, its once-proud form now reduced to little more than a battered and broken heap beneath the relentless assault.

Each strike of a claw broke multiple scales of the dragon and caused deep lacerations to appear on the dragon’s body.

As Beast’s claws descended upon the flood dragon, he could feel the weight of his determination driving each blow, fueling his strength despite his injuries. With each strike, he poured more of his mana into the attack, channeling the power of the wind and the beasts within him to deliver a final, decisive blow.

The flood dragon, weakened and battered, could do little to defend itself against Beast’s onslaught. Its once-mighty form trembled beneath the force of his strikes, its roars of pain echoing through the forest as it struggled to stay awake against the relentless assault.

But Beast would not be deterred. With a primal roar, he summoned every ounce of his strength, pouring it into his final attack as he prepared to deliver the killing blow. With a mighty swipe of his claws, he struck true, aiming for the dragon’s heart with unwavering precision.

The flood dragon let out one final, defiant roar as Beast’s claws pierced its chest, tearing through scales and flesh alike as they found their mark, only to stop right before piercing through its heart.

“Do … you … concede?” Beast weakly asked as the dragon stared into his eyes for a bit before exhaling deeply.

“I … concede.”

And with those words, Blackie let go of the dragon as it sensed a change. Beast’s body and the dragon’s body, as well as their souls, resonated as a pact was established.

Beast had tamed it.

The instant he had done so, multiple figures appeared around him.

“Stay awake, continue your fusion, that’s the only way I’ll be able to fix both you and the wyvern up on time!” Laura shouted in Beast’s ear as she took the arm that was severed and encased in ice, but not the dragon’s ice, but Mia’s, and had Reign and Wolf hold it to the stump that was left on Beast in order to heal him and reconnect it back.

She worked quickly, she knew that Beast was at the end of his ropes and that he would pass out soon, which would undo the fusion.

She also had no idea how much longer he could keep the fusion up, so the first thing she did was reconnect the two limbs and wing.

Healing them fully and making them function like before would be the next step, but reconnecting them was the most important part.

And she was right to think so, and do so.

Soon after she finished reconnecting Beast’s limbs and started healing them, making the bones align perfectly, connecting the tendons, and the veins … Beast finally lost consciousness and his fusion ended.

His transformed state was gone and the wyvern appeared next to him, lying down on the floor, its form battered and bruised.

“I’ll heal you right after I finish with him, alright?” Laura told the wyvern that issued a small roar before falling asleep, just like Beast.

Blackie was lying down next to Beast and was licking his face weakly.

Blackie had not had it easy during the battle either, his fur was ripped in some places and there were visible wounds on his body. It was clear he needed healing as well, but his state was much better than the state of Beast and the Wyvern.

Laura was planning on only doing what was needed to make sure Beast’s and the wyvern’s limbs would work normally before transporting them to Doncaster and placing them in the care of the elves and the queen.

With their help, she was certain that they would be able to recover much faster, not to mention that in order to fully heal all three of them, Laura would not only need to use most of her demonic energy and life force, but it would take quite some time as well.

To heal their injuries was not that difficult, but to fully heal the limbs was.

The more powerful a being got, the more difficult it was to heal injuries, and even though Laura was in the same realm as they were, she would need too much to do it here.

Pouring healing potions wouldn’t work on them either.

They had evolved much faster than the others, and right now, the healing potions that they could purchase were those fit for Tier IV beings, and there were some that could be used for Tier V beings.

Even if they bought the ones for Tier V beings and used them, they would need enough potions to fill up a small pool to help Laura heal the trio, which was simply not viable.

As Laura worked diligently to heal Beast, the wyvern, and Blackie, the rest of the group stood guard, their eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. Despite his exhaustion from the intense battle, Blackie remained vigilant, ready to defend Beast at a moment’s notice.

Of course, the chances of a creature or person who was powerful enough to threaten them appearing here was low, ridiculously low, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

About half an hour had passed, and Laura had finished.

The limbs of Beast and the wyvern were properly attached, but they now needed to heal their injuries, which were still present.

“Let’s go, I’ll continue healing all three along the way,” Laura said as the others nodded their heads.

Greenie, Wolf, and Tank went over the wyvern and lifted it with their immense strength while Blackie tried to stand up, but was limping.

“Wait a bit.” Reign suddenly turned into a blur as he sped through the desolate area they were in before reaching the forest and cutting down several trees before neatly cutting them up in thick planks.

He then took out chains, which were the mana-restraining chains he had, which were also the only chains he and the rest of the group had, and used them to create three makeshift stretchers that he brought back with him.

“Place them here, it’ll be easier for us to transport them.” Reign said as the others nodded before they started walking back to Doncaster.

The dragon had disappeared right after Beast had tamed it, it had gone back to the spatial dimension to heal.

Blackie could do the same, but it didn’t want to, it wanted to stay and make sure Beast was fine before going back to the spatial dimension.

As the group made their way back to Doncaster, the atmosphere was heavy with a mix of exhaustion, relief, and anticipation. Beast had emerged victorious against the flood dragon, but the toll of the battle was evident in the wounded state of Beast, the wyvern, and Blackie.

Laura walked alongside the makeshift stretchers, her focus entirely on monitoring the condition of Beast and the others. With each step, she channeled her demonic energy into their bodies, hastening the healing process and ensuring that their injuries were treated with the utmost care.

Reign, Greenie, Wolf, and Tank took turns carrying the stretchers, their movements steady and determined, allowing them to pass through the area with relative ease, and in about half an hour, they reached Doncaster.