The flame-constructed giant dragon was now soaring in the night sky, Aileen stood atop the dragon's head, one hand bracing its curved horn and the other waving her magic wand, with countless stars flickering and trailing behind, striking towards that chaotic world of shattered mirrors.
On the other side, countless fragmented silver mirrors reflected the inverse images of giant dragons and flares, constantly reflecting Aileen's attacks, while emitting beams of laser light that shone upon the dragon, creating crystal formations that fractured like glass.
In the night sky, Wei Ke suddenly burst forth, a greatsword of silver mirror clasped in her palm, swinging down with all her might from behind Aileen, the sharp and silvery sword radiating a cold light so intense, it gave the illusion of being cut just by looking at it.
