"Yes, master."
The little frost dragon was smart. Having chosen to submit, it naturally adapted to its new role, addressing Alex as its master.
Deep in the snowy mountains, the sky was chaotic. A six-winged angel, its two wings broken, hovered above. The ground was littered with numerous angel feathers, still radiating a holy aura despite the turmoil.
The massive body of the frost dragon lay on the ground, pierced through by a giant sword of holy light, its eyes lifeless, having lost all signs of life.
The surrounding ice walls were also destroyed, and the ground was covered with countless werewolf corpses, among them the bodies of some human Holy Court knights.
The battle had ended, and the Moon Silver wolf lair, frost dragon, and stone giants had all been slain by the Holy Court knights and angels.
The six-winged angel paid no attention to the corpses on the ground and flew straight towards the frost dragon's lair.