Mary watched in stunned silence as the once arrogant mercenaries, who had been so full of malice moments before, descended into panic. Their cocky bravado crumbled as they screamed orders and fumbled for their weapons, trying desperately to fight off the approaching dragon.
"Kill it! Kill it before it kills us!" Hick barked, but his voice was shaky, betraying his fear.
One mercenary fired arrows into the sky, each one bouncing off Gore Magala’s armored hide like pebbles. Another charged at the beast with a sword, only to be swept aside by a single swipe of its massive tail. His body flew through the air like a ragdoll, hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
The dragon roared again, its powerful wings sending gusts of wind that knocked the remaining mercenaries off their feet. Chaos erupted around Mary, yet she remained frozen, her heart racing, her body unwilling to move. And yet… she felt no fear.
The terror that had gripped her just moments before began to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of calm. It was as if the dragon’s presence itself was soothing her, its dark, looming figure offering an odd sense of protection.
Mary's legs, once trembling, no longer felt weak. Her breathing, which had been ragged with fear, steadied. It was as if she were being “healed” by the mere presence of this magnificent, terrifying creature.
Around her, the mercenaries continued their futile assault, hacking and slashing at the dragon with everything they had. But Gore Magala was unstoppable. With a single roar, it unleashed a cloud of dark, shimmering dust that enveloped the fighters, blinding them and sending them into a disoriented frenzy.
Hick, bloodied and desperate, tried to flee, but the dragon’s sharp claws pinned him to the ground. He screamed in terror, all traces of his earlier arrogance gone.
Mary barely registered his cries. Her mind was elsewhere—focused on the creature before her. Its fierce gaze, locked onto hers again. She felt a strange connection, as though the dragon was speaking to her without words.
Somehow, in this moment of destruction and chaos, she understood. The dragon hadn’t come to harm her. It had come to answer her prayer.
Tears welled in her eyes, not from fear, but from relief. For the first time, she felt truly safe.
The mercenary leader, once the embodiment of cruelty, was now a broken man. Pinned beneath Gore Magala’s massive claw, he writhed in the dirt, blood dripping from his mouth. His bravado gone, he clung desperately to life.
“P-Please! Please!” he stammered, his voice hoarse with fear.
“I-I didn’t know! I didn’t—” He choked on his own words, eyes wide with disbelief.
“This can’t be happening! I can’t die here!”
The dragon’s gaze narrowed, its presence alone silencing the man’s hysterical rambling. For a moment, everything was still—except for the quiet, desperate whimpers of Hick.
Then, to Mary’s astonishment, the dragon spoke. Its voice was deep, resonant, echoing inside her mind like a thunderous growl from another world.
“All who seek to take the one I have marked… will die.”
The words rumbled through the air, reverberating with a power that sent shivers down Mary’s spine. Hick froze, eyes widening as the meaning of those words sunk in.
“M-Marked? No! I didn’t— It wasn’t—” His voice cracked, fear clawing at his throat. He looked at Mary, his eyes wild with desperation.
“She’s nothing! A nobody! Please, spare me—!”
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Waifu Hunter
Fanfiction[ Summary: Dying is one thing but getting a chance for another life is something else. "We want you to capture waifus and breed them, the more significant they are in the story, the better the reward." "Sweet! Will I get a wish or a cheat?" "No, it...
