Seraphina's mind was, in fact, crystal clear. She was indulging unreservedly in the greed and ambition within her heart. The dragon's body, pulsating with endless high-purity ether and flesh, was her perfect sustenance. This was not merely about feeding; more crucially, it was about using her wolf pack to sever or even destroy the dragon's internal ether circulation, rendering it prey beneath her fangs and claws.
However, Seraphina, in her heightened excitement, surging desire, and bloodlust, had fallen into an old habit.
— How could she possibly believe that a dragon - an apex supernatural being at the pinnacle of the fifth tier, the ultimate monster unreachable by non-divine species - could be taken down by mere frenzied blood and confidence?
"Zah!"
