As Violet watched the corpse of the red dragon collapse to the ground she felt both a wave of saddness along with a surge of power.
The sadness due to her being forced to kill a member of her own race, a strong dragon that had likely endured a lot to get there. Yet it was a broken beast, its mind no longer its own and its will having been suborned.
The power naturally came from the rush of levels that she had gained from the battle. It was an impressive haul of 6 full levels, it brought her one step closer to reaching into the late stage of tier 4, and one step closer to becoming a sovereign of her own.
However, that surge of strength was swiftly followed by a dramatic and painful shift.
Violet was unable to hold back a grasp of pain as the mana that was previously surging through her empowered body suddenly guttered out in an instant. Her muscles spasmed in strained pain.
