At that moment, Fraegar's draconic body was filled with wounds. She had several dozen broken scales, and blood spewed out of her exposed flesh. Her current state was far from the proud majesty a true dragon should have.
However, she had a tenacious, unbending will that refused to submit to a greater power. She would die before she bowed her head, and as long as a single breath remained in her, she would keep fighting until the end.
Nevertheless, despite her bloody and gruesome sight, Fraegar's wounds couldn't be considered severe. They were only surface wounds.
Evidently, Velorina enjoyed toying with Fraegar, torturing her slowly like a cruel hunter who took pleasure in making its prey suffer.
Although Velorina expressed her interest in taking Fraegar's scales to embellish her beauty, what she truly enjoyed was ravaging other flowers whenever she saw them.