"Miss!"
Fear dominated, with worry following close behind, as cries of alarm rang out throughout the forest, from warriors unfortunate enough to clash with a newly born dragon, now turning their anxious gaze toward the young girl who had tumbled to the ground.
The blood flowing from her silver-white armor stung their eyes, and they felt as if the world was spinning before them.
The legitimate daughter of the Frankel Family had joined them in their venture, but now they could only watch helplessly as the noblewoman fell in battle. The guilt of such a failure was a fate far more terrifying than death, even if they managed to return by some stroke of luck.
With the slightest sense of forethought, the warriors, engulfed in a tragic fervor, launched an assault on the monster that should not have been there.
