[A Few Weeks Later]
The wasteland stretched endlessly in all directions, a desolate expanse of cracked earth and jagged rocks under an oppressive sky.
Neron stood at its center, his robes fluttering lightly in the arid wind, his breathing steady. Across from him, Lilith stood relaxed, her confident smirk unwavering as she surveyed him.
"You ready, King of Dragons?" she teased, her crimson eyes glinting with mischief.
Neron rolled his shoulders, gripping his staff tightly. He could feel the hum of power coursing through him, the culmination of weeks of relentless training.
"Don't go easy on me this time," he replied, a determined edge in his voice.
Lilith laughed, a sound both amused and slightly mocking. "Oh, I wasn't going easy before. You were just that bad. But sure, I'll crank it up a notch. Try not to embarrass yourself."
