Luna Sutton had no mind to care where this Mad Dragon was taking her—her instincts compelled her to search for Kian Sterling's figure.
She saw Kian's blood-stained fingertips futilely passing through the distorted curtain of light.
Those fox eyes that always held a hint of a smile were now brimming with shattered tears; blood still flowed from his severed tail, yet he did not care at all.
"Kian..."
Her nose stung, tears fell down her cheeks, and she couldn't help but call out.
But her voice was devoured by the spatial turbulence.
Mael Valerius's dragon claw suddenly covered her eyes; the warmth of dragon blood dropped from her lashes. "Don't look... it will hurt."
As the sprawled galaxies flowed beneath their feet, the space distorted ever more violently.
It was as if heaven and earth had been torn open, and a hundred-meter space rift appeared.
Mael Valerius's colossal dragon form carried her straight into it.
The instant the space rift closed—
