Beatrice wrote in her blood because she was sure. Even Lily was now blocked by the rebels and wouldn't come on time, and until then. It was possible that he was already alive but could not be said to be alive, as her mother had before eventually dying slowly with age. No one could help her, other than her who couldn't even move.
'The heavens are just, and no one is excluded. The only one who can help you is yourself.' Her condition was very critical and sad, her eyes slowly began to close because she thought that with this all her suffering would completely disappear.
Draco unleashed his full power, emitting the heat power he possessed as a dragon descendant. The man couldn't hold back his strength, the nobles in front of him screamed in heat.
"ARGHH!! IT'S HOT!"
"FUCKING HOT!!"
"ARGHH! PLEASE, MY SKIN IS LOOKING FORWARD!!"
