Ingrid Garses clutched the scepter, standing nervously on the battlefield. Her voluptuous body, wrapped in a pure white robe, trembled in the cold wind.
"Amanata above..."
Ingrid called out softly to the deity's name, seeking a trace of solace.
Surrounding her were four tall, golden-armored figures. These were the Spiritual Guards summoned by her Divine Arts, "Devoted Guard," capable of holding off thousands of troops.
However, these guards could not bring her even a hint of safety, for Ingrid knew—the terrifying red dragon could return at any moment.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Ingrid's face turned to one of horror, and she instinctively looked up.
The space around them began to violently distort.
"Riiiip—"
Two claws tore through space like parchment, creating a dreadful rift with flaming edges.
Immediately, the enormous, grotesque head of the red dragon emerged, its pale golden pupils gazing down at her, with a faint and eerie smile.
