Unexpectedly, Mil sprinted toward the dragon while Gily and Tvar shouted in alarm. Mil wore a determined smile and said, "I'm the leader, and it's my duty to get you both back to your families. Goodbye."

Mil utilized wind magic to propel Gily and Tvar towards the cliff's edge, causing both of them to tumble over. Facing the dragon alone, Mil boldly challenged, "It's just you and me, you flying lizard. Come on, your dinner is right here."

The dragon accelerated toward Mil, jaws agape, ready to devour her. Just meters away, Mil shouted, "Light magic: şəfalı işıq!" A radiant light radiated from Mil, scorching the dragon's face. Blinded, the dragon careened into the mountainside, smashing its forehead against the rugged rock.

Mil sighed with relief, but her elation was short-lived. The wounded dragon struggled to rise, blood streaming from its stomach and forehead, its left eye seemingly lost in the collision. Determined, the dragon managed to stand, and Mil sprinted away, pondering her next move in this dire situation.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "You're quite brave. Thank you for restraining him." When Mil turned to identify the speaker, she beheld Divitry, the king of dragons, sporting a warm smile. He appeared as a handsome man with a distinguished yet aged visage, crimson eyes, and long brown hair. His regal attire befitted a true monarch.

Mil exclaimed, "He's a dangerous, enigmatic creature—a dead dragon."

One of the two individuals accompanying Divitry, with a smile, replied, "We're aware. It's time for you to go."

Mil resumed running, while Divitry gazed somberly at the deceased dragon. He spoke with a smile tinged with sorrow, "Is this him?"

The guard remained silent, but the other figure, Fern, the king's right-hand man, a tall man with short black hair adorned with numerous scars on his right arm and face, his azure eyes resembling the sky, donning black garments embellished with inscriptions denoting his high rank, and carrying a substantial sword inscribed with ancient text, responded in a melancholic tone, "Yes, my lord. He's Weaver."

Weaver, the deceased dragon, roared and began advancing towards Divitry. Meanwhile, Fern inquired, "My lord, are we returning his body to his family?"

Divitry, still watching Weaver, declared, "No, that would break his family's heart and mine as well, to witness him all the way to the castle."

The guard remained silent, while Fern's tears welled up as he lamented, "Oh, Weaver, so much time has passed, and we never stopped searching for you. Finally, we found you, old comrade."

With Weaver a few meters away, hurling fire, Divitry extended his hand and smiled through his tears. "Oh, Weaver, my old friend, I never imagined I'd be the one to end your life. I won't forget you. I promise to become stronger and protect my kingdom at any cost. I won't allow myself to be weak."

At that moment, Divitry's hand released a massive purple light, resulting in a tremendous explosion that reduced the green grassy field to ash, creating a vast crater where Weaver had been. Divitry lowered his hand, nodding to the guard, who bowed and approached the crater. After some time, the guard returned, holding a crystal.

He presented the crystal to Divitry with a bow, and Fern added, "This is Weaver's essence, my king."

Divitry accepted the crystal and wiped away his tears, remarking, "Let's return Weaver to his family. They've been waiting."