The White Dragon gained altitude, then folded its wings, using gravity and the wind to dive toward Ale.
Its vertically-pupiled eyes were locked onto the distant target, completely oblivious to the figure hiding behind the bell tower—the only mortal in the entire village who dared to challenge it head-on—and the electric glint flashing in his hand.
Having finished his Casting, Colin watched the White Dragon flying in mid-air.
To him, the White Dragon's flight was much slower than before, making it considerably easier to aim.
Colin raised the glass rod in his hand, aiming at the enemy in mid-air.
CRACK!
The bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, racing toward the root of the White Dragon's wing.
The White Dragon's body spasmed violently. It began to twist and writhe, but its clumsy frame stood no chance of dodging the swift bolt of lightning.
A powerful current instantly pierced the root of the White Dragon's wing.
