Meanwhile, In a dimly lit dungeon room, shadows danced on the stone walls, torchlight flickering. The air smelled of damp earth and old decay, mixed with the tang of blood. Treasures scattered around, glinting like jewels. Gold coins, gems, and ancient artifacts lay everywhere. In the middle of the chamber, a huge dragon corpse lay still, its scales dull, its neck severed clean off. Dark blood pooled around it, staining the floor red. As the espers moved, their footsteps echoed softly. Shadows flickered, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Despite the treasure, a sense of danger lingered, a reminder of the dungeon's perils.
Standing over the fallen beast, a woman with flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes let out a sigh as she surveyed her handiwork. She didn't seem interested in the fame or fortune that came with such a feat. She only had one goal in mind: to get stronger for her Darling.
