"DIE!!!!"
Angelina's scream was a ragged edge of grief as she dived, shielded by the massive, leathery wings of her strongest Mythical Dragon.
WHOOSH!!!
".....?!!"
The world seemed to stutter for a fraction of a second. Angelina froze. Before her eyes, the dragon's colossal head slid cleanly away from its neck, separated by an invisible line. The massive summon—a creature that could level a city—dropped like a stone, its physical form dissolving into a cloud of grey dust before it even hit the canopy.
"What just happened?!" Angelina's voice shook. She hadn't felt a surge of mana, or spirit energy, nor seen a single movement. Her strongest protector had been erased in total silence, killed in a second.
She raised her head toward Regina. The red-haired woman stood calmly in the air, slowly sheathing her black-and-purple sword.
"None of my enemies have seen this attack and survived," Regina said, her gaze as cold and sharp as the blade she carried.
