A woman with a single fiery horn stopped in front of me. She had blue scaly skin and sharp claw hands.
She looked beautiful and had a feeling of wickedness in her.
She is a Sovereign, but her aura couldn't be guessed and when I looked deeply, I felt it was a peak Sovereign, but seeing the place she was from; it is unlikely the case.
"You didn't look strong," she said, looking at me from up to down. "I am not really and would be grateful if you could remove the seal from me," I replied, to which she grinned.
"Ara, wouldn't have put his precious seal on you if you were a weakling." She said as the bloody aura bubbled around her.
That bastard Aranor Winterthorn. If it hadn't been for him, I would have been safe traveling toward my destination.
"We are very close to the city. If we fight here, it will attract attention and those people wouldn't let me leave after our battle is over," I said.
