The ruins trembled beneath the weight of the Armored Drake’s approach. Its molten eyes burned like twin suns, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield. The noble, now pale and trembling, stumbled backward, his arrogance shattered.

  But Xeran wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

  His golden eyes locked onto the silver-haired warrior standing in front of the beast. Blood stained her battle armor, but her grip on the fming sword remained steady. She radiated power, determination, and defiance.

  For a moment, neither spoke.

  Then, she broke the silence.

  “You’re in my way.” Her voice was sharp, but there was something else beneath it—a hint of exhaustion.

  Xeran smirked, stepping forward. “I was here first. You’re the one crashing my fight.”

  The Armored Drake roared, its massive cws digging into the stone, its molten breath heating the air. It wasn’t interested in their conversation—it wanted blood.

  Xeran rolled his shoulders. “Tell you what, Princess. You take the left, I take the right?”

  The woman hesitated, studying him. Then, with a small smirk, she raised her sword. “Try to keep up.”

  [New Quest Activated: Sy the Armored Drake!]

  The beast lunged.

  Seraphina moved first, her fming sword carving an arc of fire through the air. Xeran followed, Shadow Blinking to the side, narrowly dodging the beast’s tail swipe.

  Their attacks were like a synchronized dance—fme and shadow weaving together.

  Seraphina’s sword seared into the drake’s armor, leaving molten cracks. Xeran dashed forward, his cws glowing with absorbed energy, sshing deep into the exposed weak spot. The drake howled in agony, thrashing wildly.

  The noble, forgotten in the chaos, scrambled away. His once-confident expression twisted with fear. This was no ordinary peasant.

  The battle raged on, but Xeran could feel it—they were winning.

  For the first time in a long while, he felt something other than hunger for power.

  Excitement.

  TO BE CONTINUED…