I Only Tame Dragons

Chapter 112 The Master of the Fallen

Ford and Damon's skills were powerful, each aimed at single targets, tearing through individual undead.

But as their own fallen comrades began to rise, joining the undead horde against them, they quickly found themselves outnumbered.

In desperation, they unleashed a furious barrage of skills, slashing and casting without pause, hoping to reduce the relentless wave that closed in around them.

Yet, despite their high stat, they were caught in a vicious cycle. The undead were slower and weaker than Ford and Damon but seemingly endless.

The two fighters' high stats protected them from being overwhelmed outright, but their opponents had one insurmountable advantage: they simply wouldn't stay down.

Without area-wide magic to clear the field with one strike, Ford and Damon's single-target skills could only do so much.

Ford clenched his jaw, unleashing a devastating combo that obliterated an undead, scattering bones across the ground.

Damon followed with a brutal charge, his sword slicing through three foes in one swing.

Yet, as the bodies fell, he watched in frustration as they rese up again, clawing up from the soil to join the attack.

Damon's chest heaved with exertion, his mana reserves now nearly depleted, and he could feel the weight of the fight bearing down on him.

They fought with everything they had, bringing the number of undead down to just five through sheer determination and skill.

But by this time, both players were visibly worn down. Ford's sword, once gleaming, was chipped and cracking, the high-tier Silver edge dulled by the relentless hacking.

Damon's last spell had left a faint glow on the field, but it was weak and flickering—his mana reserves were fully spent.

Worse, both men could feel the durability of their gear failing, each strike sending another splintering shock through the metal.

Now, they faced a grim decision: if they continued fighting, they risked breaking their prized Silver-tier weapons.

Both had already switched to backup blades, which had long since given out. The prospect of losing their irreplaceable main weapons now loomed over them, adding a fresh problem to the relentless battle they were barely holding together.

Ford and Damon were cornered, each strike barely making a dent in the endless wave of undead. Their skills, while potent, were designed for single-targets, and their usual prowess in battle was near useless here.

With every slain foe, it seemed like two more rose in its place, turning the battlefield into a twisted mockery of a graveyard. Their fallen comrades—former friends and warriors—had joined the undead horde, faces vacant and unfeeling, driven only by the dark magic binding them.

"Ford, we're in trouble here!" Damon grunted, wiping sweat from his brow. His eyes darted around, calculating escape options, but there was nowhere to go.

Ford's gaze snapped back to Horizon, his expression darkening. "Who the hell are you?" he growled, raising his weapon again despite its fragile state.

"Are you their leader?" Damon demanded, tensing as he prepared to activate one of his last remaining life-saving items.

Horizon merely shrugged, his gaze glinting with mild amusement. "Let's just say I don't waste explanations on dead men walking," he replied, waving his hand dismissively.

Ford's patience was waning. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he sneered. "You're the one who's about to die. We might be low on resources, but I'll tear you apart with my bare hands if I have to."

Beside Horizon, Nyx chuckled. "I've heard that line more times than I can count," she said with a wicked grin. "Funny how those creatures ended up in my stomach."

Ford scoffed. "Shut it, lizard! I'm not afraid of some pet."

Horizon raised an eyebrow, glancing at Nyx. "A lizard, huh? Is that what everyone sees?"

Nyx shrugged, unbothered. "Only to those unworthy of seeing my true form. I reveal my nature only to a chosen few."

Ford's confidence faltered momentarily, but he quickly steeled himself, taking a threatening step forward. "I'm not going to ask again. Get out of my way, or I'll make you regret it!"

Horizon simply smiled, raising his hand in a mocking gesture. "You're out of mana, your items are spent, and your weapons are on the verge of breaking. So tell me, exactly how do you plan on killing me?"

Nyx snickered beside him, adding, "Maybe he's planning to bore us to death with his empty threats."

Ford's face flushed red with anger, but before he could retort, Damon made his move. While Horizon's attention was focused on Ford, Damon activated [Quick Step] and bolted toward the forest edge, hoping to escape and regroup. His high Agility sent him shooting past the trees, confidence rising with each step.

"Hoi, Damon!" Ford shouted, stunned as his partner abandoned him.

Damon didn't look back. All that mattered now was getting away from these monsters and regrouping. If this Horizon guy was truly controlling David and the rest of the undead before, there was no point in sticking around. He'd survive to fight another day, and maybe, just maybe, find a way to come back.

But his hope was short-lived.

Just as he thought he'd gained a decent lead, a massive, clawed hand slammed him down, pinning him to the ground. Damon struggled, gasping as he looked up and saw David's cold, empty eyes staring down at him.

"Y-You . . . !" Damon hissed, gritting his teeth in pain.

He hadn't considered David's raw speed. As a Beastfolk with similar stats, David's agility was naturally superior, and his undead form hadn't dulled it in the slightest. Damon could only curse his own oversight, realizing too late that he'd underestimated Horizon's control over the undead.

Horizon approached leisurely, folding his arms as he looked down at Damon with a poker face. "Running away already? I thought you'd be a bit more resilient."