Those pursuers were agile. Just before the dragon could swoop down and attack, they scattered in all directions, vanishing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.
When the dragon landed, Dylan’s horse bolted in terror before she could even get close. He unwrapped the cloth binding his arm and saw that the wound had already turned somewhat dark.
Ghost saw the wound as well. Though small, the weapon had clearly been poisoned.
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