I Only Tame Dragons

The mages stepped forward, their faces grim with determination as they channeled their most potent high-tier spells.

Arcane circles formed under their feet, glowing with ominous energy. The air crackled and shimmered with raw magic as elemental forces converged—firestorms, thunderbolts, and glacial spears fused into a single catastrophic surge of power.

"Launch it!" one of the mages cried.

The combined attack roared forward like an unstoppable wave, a blinding cascade of destruction aimed squarely at Frigid.

The ground trembled under the sheer force of the spell, and the blast collided with the Ice Giant in a dazzling explosion. For a moment, it seemed as if the entire cave entrance might collapse under the onslaught.

As the dust cleared, the guild members stared, expecting to see a shattered heap of ice and snow where Frigid once stood. Instead, they were greeted by the same immovable giant, his towering frame still intact.

Chunks of ice had chipped off his exterior, and his health bar had dipped by a noticeable 10,000+ points. But even as they watched, his HP began to climb again—slowly at first, then alarmingly fast, as Silphie's healing spell kicked in.

"W-what is this?" one mage stammered, stepping back in disbelief.

"Did we even do anything to him?" another whispered.

"They have a strong healer inside the cave!" another shouted.

Nightshade's face twisted in rage as he clenched his fists. "Kill that motherfucker now!" he bellowed.

At his command, the DPS players surged forward. Armed with swords, axes, and dual daggers, they charged at Frigid, aiming to exploit the small dent in his defenses while the mages' could do nothing but watch as their spells were in cooldown.

One rogue activated a skill, vanishing in a puff of smoke before reappearing behind Frigid, daggers aimed at his neck. A berserker roared as he activated his ultimate skill, his weapon glowing red with fiery energy. A flurry of attacks rained down on Frigid, the combined assault finally forcing his health bar to dip again.

But their momentum halted abruptly as a hail of bullets rained from the shadows of the cave. The sharp crack of gunfire echoed across the battlefield, and two of the enemy rookies collapsed before they even realized what had hit them. The rest of the guild members scattered for cover, shouting in panic.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"What the hell was that?"

"Sniper! There's a sniper inside!"

Inside the cave, Von leaned casually against the cavern wall, one knee propped up as he took aim through the narrow gap that Frigid's massive frame left exposed. His rifle gleamed faintly in the dim light as he steadied his aim, his finger resting lightly on the trigger.

"Oops," Von muttered with a smirk as he picked off another exposed player. "That one didn't even try to dodge."

The gunshot rang out, and another body hit the ground.

"Hey!" Von called out, his voice carrying effortlessly over the chaos outside. "I thought you were going to kill us in a minute. It's been, what, two minutes now? And look at that—it seems we're the ones thinning out your numbers." He chuckled, his laughter light but razor-sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Nightshade glared at the cave entrance, his fury mounting with every word. "Focus on that sniper!" he barked. "If you let him keep picking us off, we'll lose more than just a few rookies!"

The guild's mages shifted their focus, attempting to target the source of the gunfire. Fireballs and energy bolts streaked toward the cave entrance, but Frigid raised an enormous ice shield, blocking the attacks effortlessly.

The shield cracked under the repeated hits but held firm, protecting Von as he continued to snipe at the weaker players, each shot sending another enemy crumpling to the ground.

"Is this the best you've got?" Von taunted again, his voice dripping with amusement. "I was expecting a real challenge, but I guess you brought your B-team today."

One of the remaining mages cursed under his breath. "This isn't working! We need a new plan!"

Nightshade snarled, his patience wearing thin. "No more excuses! Overwhelm them with numbers! DPS, keep attacking that ice freak! Exhaust all your mana if you have to! Destroy that cave entrance and kill them all!"

The DPS players redoubled their efforts, pouring everything they had into Frigid. A flurry of blades and magic crashed against his icy form, each attack barely scratching the surface of his immense health pool.

Meanwhile, Silphie's healing spells worked tirelessly in the background, keeping his regeneration at peak efficiency.

"Ice Giant or not, there's no way he can hold out forever!" one of the DPS shouted.

"He doesn't need to hold out forever," Von quipped from inside the cave, his tone infuriatingly nonchalant. "Just long enough for you all to run out of stamina—and time."

Another crack echoed as Von's rifle fired again, dropping yet another enemy. By now, the battlefield was littered with Veilborne casualties, and the morale among their ranks was beginning to falter.

"We're losing too many people!" one of the guild leaders under Veilborne hissed to Nightshade. "If we don't pull back, we're going to get wiped out before we even reach the exit!"

"Shut up!" Nightshade snapped. "I'm not retreating! This isn't over until I say it's over!"

"But we still have an entire region to explore, and we can't afford to waste time here. We need to find the exit before the timer is up."

"I said shut up!" Nightshade roared, his face contorted with rage, veins bulging visibly. "No one leaves until I give the order!"

At this point, pride had taken full control, chaining him to a reckless determination. Retreat wasn't an option, not after the taunts, not after suffering casualties under the gaze of mocking eyes.

Von's relentless smirks only added fuel to the fire, making it impossible for Nightshade to back down without losing face.

"The moment we shatter that icy monstrosity," Nightshade declared, his voice like whip, "nothing will stand between us and them. Not a single soul will be able to protect them from what's coming."

Von grinned as he reloaded his rifle. "By that time, all of you would already be dead. Listen to your guild members and retreat while you still can," he mused aloud. "It's starting to look pretty bloody over from where I'm standing."

He fired again, the bullet whizzing past Nightshade's head and grazing the ear of one of his lieutenants. The man yelped and stumbled backward, clutching at the wound.

Nightshade's jaw tightened as he stared at the cave entrance, his mind racing. The sniper was too well-protected, and the Ice Giant was an impenetrable wall of defense. Every second they wasted here was another step closer to disaster.

But retreat wasn't an option—not yet. He still had his pride, his reputation, and the overwhelming need for revenge fueling him.

"Fine," Nightshade growled. "If brute force won't work, then we'll take this to the next level. Mages, prep the big guns. We'll see how long that overgrown ice cube can last against this."

Inside the cave, Von watched the Veilborne regrouping with mild interest, his rifle still trained on their ranks. "Looks like they're gearing up for something big," he said casually, glancing over his shoulder at Silphie and Lydia. "You two might want to brace yourselves. Things are about to get . . . fun."

"What do you mean fun?! You mean dangerous right!" Lydia retorted.

Frigid rumbled low, his deep voice resonating like a glacier shifting under pressure. "Let them come. I'll hold them as long as it takes."

Von's grin widened. "That's what I like to hear." He turned back to the scope, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Let's see how this plays out."

Outside, the air grew colder as frost began creeping along the ground, spreading outward from Frigid. The battlefield was no longer just a clash of swords and magic—it was a test of endurance, strategy, and willpower. And from the look in Von's eyes, he had no intention of letting the Veilborne leave unscathed.

The enemy mages pooled their remaining mana, their eyes glinting with determination as they summoned their most devastating spells.

A cacophony of magical energy lit the battlefield, raw power converging into a blinding beam that surged toward Frigid. The DPS players, unwilling to sit idle, unleashed a barrage of skills, each one striking with precision and ferocity. Flames erupted, shadows slashed, and arrows rained down, each strike adding to the chaos. Continue your adventure with empire

Frigid's towering form reeled under the relentless onslaught. His icy exterior cracked, his health bar steadily depleting until it reached the critical 30%.

Cheers erupted among the attackers, their confidence swelling as they saw the mighty Ice Giant seemingly brought to his knees.

"Keep at it! He's at his limit! There's no way that he could keep regenerating!" Nightshade roared, his earlier frustration replaced by a wicked grin. The tide had turned—or so they thought.

Amidst their celebration, none of them noticed the faint, glacial shimmer that began to envelop Frigid's massive frame. His eyes glowed an ominous azure, and a chilling wind whipped around the battlefield, signaling the activation of his passive skill: Frozen Resilience.