Brigantiea's mana finally stabilized, but her emotions remained a tumultuous storm, tearing her apart inside.
She knew she deserved all the pain in the world, but not Lucien.
He was a good man, a responsible man who wanted to create a land for the better.
Clenching her fists, she tried to sense if Lucien's mana was still present, hoping he had just moved to another location.
She had been a mess during their earlier encounter, unable to think clearly. Now, with her mana back to normal and the chaos within dissipated, she took a deep breath and tried to control her emotions.
Her focus was abruptly shattered by Avalerry, who was struggling to stand, using her scythe as support.
Blood continued to ooze from the ice dragon's wounds, yet she remained miraculously alive.
Brigantiea knew Avalerry was still a kid by dragon standards, barely 100-200 years old when they last met. Her horns hadn't yet fully grown.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!