Roxana, still towering in her massive Volcanic Dragon form, stood proudly amidst the scorched battlefield, her molten claws digging into the magma beneath her. Her eyes, burning like molten embers, slowly turned toward Lucas. A smirk crept across her draconic face, her voice deep and rumbling from within her massive chest.
"That general wasn't too bad," she said, her tone amused but dismissive. "He was strong… for a human."
Lucas, standing calmly on the molten ground below her, glanced up, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He tilted his head slightly, his expression relaxed yet sharp. "You're the one who's stronger, Roxana. Valen never stood a chance against you."
