I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

Dravor had caught Scorch's attention, and the imposing dragon seemed like a worthy opponent. Rubina, however, understood Scorch's intent—he was Logan's strongest creature, and there was no chance he'd relinquish that title to anyone.

"Serana, come with me! Have your minions follow us—we need to keep Scorch safe at all times. Lisa, stay with Kryst and make sure she's protected!" Rubina commanded urgently, her voice sharp as the chaos of battle unfolded.

Scorch was already charging forward, barreling into the fray with an unstoppable force. Those in his path scattered, while the demons who dared to test their luck found themselves consumed by the dinosaur's flaming charge.

Rubina clung to the saddle with all the strength she could muster, knowing that if not for her ability to control fire, remaining atop Scorch would have been impossible. As he tore through the battlefield, Rubina provided cover fire, wielding fiery whips that multiplied Scorch's destructive power.

Serana followed closely behind, commanding her four shadows with deadly precision. The shadow beings reaped lives on either side of Scorch, skillfully avoiding his scorching flames as they cleared the way for their advance.

Scorch charged ahead until he met Dravor's transformed dragon form. The demon roared, bracing himself for the dinosaur's relentless approach. He swung his powerful tail in an attempt to strike, but a red demon in the form of a large dragon intercepted the blow and pushed it aside.

Scorch, however, retaliated with his own tail, wielding it like a fiery whip that lashed across Dravor's scaled body. Flames surged with each strike, forcing Rubina to carefully guide Scorch's movements. She knew that if he simply tried to bash the dragon head-on, his short arms would make it difficult for him to maintain balance.

As the fierce clash between dragon and dinosaur unfolded, the rest of the melee heroes joined the battle, accompanied by soldiers determined to ensure the heroes survived the opening stages of the fight.

Brian, frustrated that his intended prey had been taken by Scorch, focused instead on the experience he hoped to gain. Knowing the battle against Dravor would be lengthy and yield little reward, Brian chose to bide his time, engaging with lesser demons while awaiting an opportunity to steal the kill from Scorch.

Meanwhile, the casters continued their relentless barrage. Carefully positioning their barriers, they worked to avoid harming their allies while directing spells toward the distant ranks of demons. Rows of demons stood waiting, their turn to fight still ahead.

Victor took advantage of the chaos to separate from the group and focus on his own targets. His talent for catching enemies off guard made him effective on the far left side of the battlefield, where he began cutting down demons one by one.

As he fought, he couldn't help but admire Serana and her minions. Their precision in striking from the shadows was impressive, and Victor resolved not to be outdone by their skills as they used the same abilities. He pushed himself to demonstrate the full extent of his own magic, determined to show he was in no way inferior.

While the battle raged, other grand creatures joined the fray. Halie, the summoner, called forth her elemental creations—primordial spirits that took on monstrous forms.

She had six so far: a triceratops stomping through enemy lines, a massive moth with shimmering wings, a peculiar fat cat adorned with small wings, a serpent-like creature coiling and striking with deadly force, a towering gorilla wielding raw power, and a horse she rode into battle, its speed and elegance unmatched.

Each ethereal creature was engaged in reducing the ranks of demons, steadily diminishing their numbers. These spirits, shaped into animals according to the summoner's imagination, attacked using magical abilities.

The triceratops stood out among the summoned creatures. While it appeared large and sturdy, its true destructive force lay in the mass of earth fused into its skin. As it charged forward, its stone horns pierced through anything in its path with brutal efficiency, while the summoner danced nearby, channeling energy to sustain it.

Meanwhile, the clash between Scorch and Dravor demanded everyone's attention. Scorch's heavy stomps generated pools of lava beneath him, scorching the battlefield and even forcing the dragon to raise its limbs to avoid the fiery wrath. Eventually, Dravor found remaining on the ground too perilous and took flight, his massive wings lifting him above the chaos.

"Let's keep attacking the demons, Scorch. I'm sure that guy will return once we've taken out enough of his minions," Rubina instructed, her voice steady as she kept a close watch on the dragon hovering a few meters above them—just far enough to evade Scorch's flamethrower.

Obediently, Scorch barreled through rows of demons, chomping and crushing them effortlessly. His fiery power surged as he activated Flame Aura and paired it with Burst Charge, amplifying the devastation he left in his wake.

The battle was enough to rekindle Scorch's sense of power—something he had missed amidst the peaceful tranquility of the kingdom his master was building.

Toward the rear of the battlefield, Ms. Claire tirelessly issued commands. Her voice carried strength and authority, amplifying the power of those who heard her. Alongside Alma, she continued despite the strain, even as it felt like her throat might bleed from the effort.

Lisa, meanwhile, stood poised for action, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash her Holy Nova skill. It was a technique capable of both devastating the enemy and healing her allies, ready to shift the tides when needed. Orus hovered overhead, ensuring both Lisa and Kryst remained safe for the time being.

Dravor, feeling the weight of the battle's losses, surveyed the scene grimly. He had lost nearly half of his troops. While a few soldiers accompanying the heroes had fallen, the heroes themselves remained untouched, their strength unyielding.

"Damn it, I will not be like that wretch Zaryx who failed to deliver results," Dravor muttered with venom.

The massive dragon scanned the battlefield, searching for the perfect target. He was intent on reminding the heroes that the demons would not be defeated so easily.

In Dravor's eyes, the singer was the easiest target. She seemed too focused on casting her sound buff magic to notice the danger. The sight of her standing among the casters only made her position more appealing to him.

The dragon ascended higher, circling just above the battlefield. He flew with calculated precision, ensuring he reached a vantage point that would give him the perfect angle to strike.