Bab 759: Ran Away Out Of Fear?

Drakar's laughter began as a low rumble, growing steadily as he strode forward, his Dragonblood Knights flanking him with eerie precision, their armor glinting like onyx under the crimson glow of the moon.

Behind them, a legion of draconians marched in lockstep, the sound of their boots reverberating like the drumbeat of an inevitable doom.

He stopped just a hundred feet away from Rowena, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a sinister gleam, "Rowena," he drawled, his voice a mix of mockery and amusement, "you have no idea how pleased I am to meet you again—here, in your own lands. Today will be a historic day for my kingdom, at the cost of yours. But... you know the only thing that disappointed me the most today?"

Rowena remained silent, her figure rigid, her fingers tightening around the handle of her whip. She stared him down, her crimson eyes cold and unwavering.