The sky above the barren lands was thick with the scent of impending doom.
Rowena saw Rebecca landing before the carriage and stopping Lysandra in her tracks.
Never in her life did she expect to feel relieved to see that woman. But in this situation, she knew Rebecca was powerful enough to hold off Lysandra long enough.
She then turned her head to look at the imposing figure of Drakar, her crimson eyes glinting with cold resolve,
"Surrender? My kingdom was forged in blood and flames. Your words cannot chill its flames. All you can do is let it devour you," Rowena declared, her voice a calm, cold blade cutting through the tension.
"Hahaha," Drakar's laughter, deep and mocking, filled the air, only to abruptly cease as his eyes caught sight of something up in the skies.
