The Maiden Who Wanted to Be Seen
Lane flipped backward effortlessly before landing lightly on a floating fragment of broken stone suspended by the violent currents of mana.
A playful smile appeared on her face.
"You're really trying hard."
The undead dragon answered only with another furious roar.
Its skeletal jaws opened wide.
A sphere of eerie green mana rapidly condensed inside its mouth, becoming larger with every passing heartbeat.
The surrounding air grew colder.
Clouds blackened.
Even the light of the sun seemed to dim beneath the dragon's corrupt aura.
Lane slowly inhaled.
Instead of fear...
Her heart was racing with excitement.
Not because of the dragon.
Because of someone else.
Victor.
The moment she had felt that familiar, overwhelming bloodlust spread across the battlefield, every trace of anxiety inside her had disappeared.
"He's here..."
She whispered with a bright smile.
"I knew you'd come."
Another blast of dragon fire shot toward her.
