At that very moment—
Velorith had just finished an intimate session when Daloré's desperate call echoed across the sky. Annoyed, she kicked the handsome NPC in front of her, splattering him into pulp.
Her face cold and detached, Velorith looked up toward the entrance of her chamber, where a silver-armored female knight radiating majesty now stood.
"The fall of the Golden Dragon King Soros marks the end of your era. If you want to survive, I suggest you be smart about it."
The woman's voice was calm, but the dragon lance in her hand burned with towering momentum. Even dragon kings would tread lightly in her presence.
Velorith's expression turned grim. She knew the moment she made a move, she would suffer the wrath of Aetrexa, one of the top ten Dragon Riders in Infinite Dimensions.
"A human… filthy-blooded creature. Spare me the false courtesies. I know I'm next."
Velorith sneered coldly.
Aetrexa simply smiled faintly, not denying it.
"So tell me… whose orders?"
