"What happened?" asked the deep, hoarse voice that sounded terrible.
He looked at the figure of a wizard who had just regained consciousness, his eyes staring straight ahead ignoring the huge figure who could no longer transform himself into a human. The large dark room with no light only had one light from the magic ball.
Her teeth chattered with anger, and the wizard's eyes flashed red with a piercing glare. Wet was running down her cheeks, her breath began to rush. She had just heard the words he hated so much, a late and useless word.
"What happened to you?!!"
"Stop your damn whining!!" the sorceress shouted in a loud, resounding voice, her voice loud and booming.
The dragon was stunned by the shriek of his trusted magician, he was annoyed but refrained from resisting. This mage is the only person who can save him, this place is the only one that can contain him.
"Damn it!! Damn it!! Damn!!!" She was angry at herself feeling disgusted, and relieved.
She felt relieved and grateful as if those words were such a big thing. Nothing can change the past. She had to keep her anger on her so that she could viciously kill the man with her own hands.
"I will kill them all, I will crush them with the fire of my revenge!!" She said full of promise in front of the big dragon who sat on a simple throne with the stage of offering in front of him which still had fresh blood left with his body lying on it, stabbed by a sword right in his heart.
The red dragon sitting on his simple big throne sighed, once again he had to see the unusual behavior that the black magician was doing. Every time he was asked, she would get angry and be rude to him. If he didn't need her help, he might have trampled the witch to the ground.
"So did the first terror work?"
"Yeah, and I found something interesting. That pretentious person was there, an ignorant person who was looking for my whereabouts until now."
The red dragon who heard his last words was immediately worried, who was looking for the greatest black magician he had ever met with courage. If someone dared to openly pursue a black magician, it meant that this person knew his strength could defeat the black magician.
"Is he stronger than you?!" asked the red dragon anxiously.
"Yes, he is indeed so strong that I almost died. If you remember our first meeting, I was dying for it." She said so lightly.
The black mage wore a black hood that covered her entire face, only once had her red eyes shown. Even strands of silver hair were visible.
"Unlucky!! Then what should we do?!! There's no safer place than underground!!"
"Calm down red dragon, he won't be able to find this place. No one will ever be able to find him."
And that sentence calmed the red dragon whose breath was starting to heat up, even the smoke coming out of his mouth was ready to give off a fire that could melt anything.
"We just need to create a new terror, they will be very strict. But no one can see the gap but me, no matter how tight I am, I will find the gap." She said confidently while remembering the last words of the exhausted witch king.
Strangely, why did he look so tired and also exhausted his infinitely abundant magic mana? He should have been able to fight one weak hollow, but all he did was hold back without fighting until Alpha Matthias arrived.
....
Her silver lashes fluttered slowly, and before long the two of them opened. Soon tears were falling on both sides of her face, her eyes began to tremble. Slowly the beautiful and charming red eyeballs looked at the ceiling of her room, some pieces of the future came back into her dreams.
"Elle..." the woman mumbled as she wiped the tears that didn't stop flowing down her face.
Women have jet black hair, white eyelashes, and blood-red eyes. Her skin was as white as snow, so charming and radiant. Even so, her face doesn't have a definite expression, it looks cold like an iceberg that is difficult to climb.
TOK... TOK... TOK...
She turned slowly in the direction the voice came from like a robot asking. "Who?"
"It's me, Anne. Sorry to interrupt your rest time, it's just that I have news from the black pack that the mage king is unconscious after running out of magic mana."
As soon as she heard the servant's words end, she immediately got up and got off the bed, and immediately walked towards the closet to get her white robe.
Without waiting long she came out of the room to face the maid named Anne who bowed obediently, then gave way for the young lady to go to the magic ballroom which is directly connected to the black pack.