After Duke dealt with Audric, he walked over to Vera to check on her condition.
Her magic robe was soaked in blood, the once pristine white fabric now turned a deep red, clinging tightly to her body.
Vera's complexion was as pale as paper, her lips devoid of any trace of color, but her eyes were open, staring at him.
Those cold eyes held a multitude of emotions at the moment: exhaustion, relief, the joy of surviving a disaster, and a complexity Duke couldn't decipher.
She had seen the scene just now, saw the colossal golden dragon plummeting from the clouds, saw Audric's true form tumbling in the air, and saw the blood mist erupt when the sword light struck.
Vera also saw Duke standing behind that ancient, mysterious wall, unharmed.
"You've won, no one here can threaten you anymore." Vera's voice was very soft, like a leaf falling onto the surface of a lake.
Her lips curled slightly, not into a smile, but into something lighter, as if discussing a matter unrelated to herself.
