"What… what did you do to me?!" The Dark Elf Queen glared at Leslie, feeling an undeniable presence in her mind—a shadow that took the form of Leslie herself, like an indomitable monument planted deep within her.
Any rebellious thought she had was met with a fierce wave from that shadow, inflicting torturous pain that snuffed out her resistance.
This was clearly wrong—Leslie had somehow affected her mind!
But how? For the first time, the Queen felt fear toward Leslie.
The idea that her mind could be altered without her awareness was something she had always thought impossible. But now, it was happening.
As she stared at Leslie with widening, fearful eyes, Leslie stood surrounded by an aura of icy air, the cold swirling around her like a white dragon.
She looked regal, almost celestial, with a gaze of supreme disdain.
To her, the Dark Elf Queen seemed like nothing more than a lowly servant.
