Bruce's decisive strike had obliterated the remnants of the black dragon Kasavia's life, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. As Kasavia's life ebbed away, her gaze locked onto Bruce with a mixture of horror and disbelief, as if in her final moments, she saw not a dragon but a merciless devil, her eyes mirroring the terror of her last breath.
This act of ruthless efficiency sent a shiver down Weima's spine. Witnessing the green dragon's ferocity firsthand was unsettling, yet she couldn't find it within herself to condemn his actions. She understood all too well the harsh necessity of their world—should she face her foes, Weima would not hesitate to employ whatever means necessary to ensure their downfall, embracing both the lawful benevolence of her blue dragon heritage and the fiery wrath of her red lineage.