In the few brief seconds before Monica and Hajun collided, Kirina had a horribly anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Like their daughter, the old dragon had a bad habit of losing himself in a lust for battle when he was aptly provoked.
When he abandoned his armor and weapons so that he could both feel and inflict all harm with his own body, he was already too far gone.
And honestly, Kirina was torn over whether or not she should have stopped him.
In this sort of state he was just as destructive as Helios was, and there was a real chance that Monica could get hurt.
However…
…Kirina really, really wanted to see her husband like this again!
It had been absolutely ages since she had last witnessed this sort of behavior from him; dating way back to the war between the dragons and the vampires in Dola.
The effect was so pronounced on her mind that it never failed to move her heart and her underwear every time.
