I chuckled.
I knew the dragon would put up a fight.
She had really been down here.
Besides being amused, I also felt the air thinning. It was difficult to breathe, and I felt trapped, unsure of what.
A new seizure was knocking on the door, and I gripped the walking stick, looking around this space and trying to calm down.
Only a few trees were here; other buildings enclosed this space. The ground should be a few meters above us, just that here was a big hole so that the sky was visible and that the light was usable for me.
I walked around the space but did not see my grandma, not even a hair of her.
Back to the monster, dear, I started to hyperventilate.
She shouldn't have been far from the deer if her walking stick had killed it. And it definitely had because she managed to hit his weak point; she stabbed deeply into its right eye.