The cohort members—except for Seira and Shirley—were utterly shocked.
Maia, in particular, gazed at Shye with reverence.
They hadn't spent much time with him lately.
While they knew he was still stronger than them from his occasional participation in the unit's sparring sessions, they had no idea he could kill a damned dragon in a single strike.
And not just any dragon—one of the rarest types, a variant of the earth dragon race.
In fact, this variant was itself a mutation, an even rarer offshoot.
None of them knew how Dweezel had acquired such a mighty creature.
Had he obtained an egg and nurtured it from a young age? Or ruthlessly force-bred countless earth dragons for this specific purpose?
Either way, it was unfortunate to have encountered Shye—someone who had not only managed to procure its sole weakness, the [Divine] element, just minutes ago but also possessed the combat prowess to slay it outright.