Dracaena walked into the house with her wobbly legs. Her face was flushed under the effect of alcohol. She wasn't able to resist Drake and could only resign to faith. She slumped on the soft bed with a sigh. After thinking for a while, Dracaena raised her hands and twirled them sloppily. She wasn't sure if she had to chant some magic spells.
"Memosa," Dracaena said as she rotated her hands in a parallel direction.
"Mother said this word many times." Dracaena pouted her lips and sulked for a while before sighing. She wasn't sure if she had the strength to control such an enormous power. Suddenly a gust of wind passed through her, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
"What was that?" Dracaena rubbed her arms as if she had goosebumps.
"My Queen!" Dracaena jumped up in fright when an eerie voice called her from behind.
"Who are you?" She clenched her fists. Although she was scared to death, she didn't show fear on her face.
