ʕ•̫•ʔ---Zilant

And just like that—I lost my mind.

One second, I was on Dash. The next, I was off Dash, sprinting straight toward the city gates like a lunatic while actively dodging fireballs.

What the hell am I doing?!

Zilant, the massive draconic chicken currently torching the city, noticed me.

It let out an ear-splitting shriek and—oh, fantastic—decided that I was now priority target number one.

Instead of hammering the city walls, it turned its attention entirely on me, its glowing predatory eyes locking onto my fragile, very flammable existence.

"ARRGHHHH!" I screamed, barely managing to roll out of the way as it lunged.

Think, Carl, THINK!

In a blind panic, I shoved my hand into my pocket, scrambling for literally anything that might distract this oversized poultry dragon.

My fingers closed around something. Wait—beef jerky?!

YES!