Her crimson eyes burned like twin suns, cutting through the gathered forces who now found themselves instinctively stepping back, their instincts warning them of the calamity before them.
Aephyra's voice was calm—too calm. And that calm was more terrifying than a scream. "You dare target my son... my mate... my family?"
The words weren't a threat. They were a death sentence.
The Dragon race's forces clenched their jaws, some trembling slightly. Even those of proud lineages, veterans of wars long past, felt their hearts shudder.
"She's the one..." someone whispered, barely audible. "The Eternal Pyre Sovereign... She shouldn't be here. Not yet..."
They thought she'll be left inside, protecting Kaeryx, But Aephyra was here. And her timing couldn't be anymore was perfect.
Draeven's eyes narrowed as he looked at her across the battlefield. Relief flickered in the depth of his eyes. Her undying flames were one of the crucial part of his plans.
