Chapter 227
A cloud of dust was kicked up where Max crashed, rising in a thick swirl that hung in the air for a few seconds before slowly drifting back down.
As it settled, Clint stood frozen, genuinely stunned at how the dragon had slipped away from his attack a moment ago.
He had gauged the strike perfectly. He knew Max should not have been able to dodge in time.
Yet now, the acidic blast had burrowed a deep pit into the ground, disintegrating everything it touched, while there was no trace of the dragon anywhere near the impact.
The haze finally thinned enough for everyone to see clearly, and Max appeared standing tall, that familiar grin still carved on his face. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, and then, to everyone's surprise, another figure stood directly in front of him.
A woman.
She wore a tight, sleek black outfit that clung to her frame like a second skin.
