Lyon turned agitated as he saw the dragon lady poured out her tears without even blinking. He could see her tightened up upper lips as a clue that she was trying her best to cope her feelings down. His eyes suddenly turned sharp before he slowly closed down his mouth. His entire aura and bearing changed in a blink of an eye. One couldn't put the him that was burning his own sleeves versus now, even though nothing was out of the ordinary from the outside.
He tried to reach his hand toward her face before the latter suddenly opened up her beautiful draconic wings. The silver wings were shimmering under the moonlight and sea of stars. With one flap of her wing, she floated and giving lunar its cover. She slowly put up her sword against him with tears still rolling down her cheeks.
Her throat was dry as her voice turned hoarse, "Pick up your sword."
