"Admit defeat, Clodia, you can't win against Mija," Muria's voice echoed in the ears of the White Dragon, causing her to grip her magic staff tighter. It was a staff imbued with a small amount of legendary metal that she had forged after scouring her entire territory. It was no match for the battle sword in Michaela's hands.
The blood of the frosty White Dragon splattered from the sky, presenting a desolate scene. But Clodia continued to refuse to concede defeat. Her dragon scales were torn apart again and again, and then, relying on her robust physique, her wounds healed time after time.
In the process, she lost a significant amount of her life force. She also endured the pain of her body being torn apart, then healed. So far, she hadn't managed to injure Michaela even once, leaving no mark on her. However, she continued to refuse to admit defeat.
