At this moment, Naris's heart was filled with remorse, deeply regretting the wrong decision she made in the past.
If she had known earlier of the terrifying power possessed by the Master of Red Wings, she would have led her entire tribe to bow in allegiance without hesitation.
She would have let the most beautiful girls in the tribe hold the Poisonous Scale Flowers, respectfully kneeling at the gates of the Molten Iron Tribe to welcome them; would have charged into battle without hesitation whenever the Molten Iron Tribe required support, instead of hesitating and watching, ultimately ending up being reckoned with.
"A wrong choice, now to be repaid with blood."
She let out a heavy sigh in her heart.
The Six-armed Snake Woman slowly lowered all her arms, the sharp blades no longer pointed at Iron Dragon Solrog.
"This was not my intention."
She lowered her head and, in a humble tone, said to the Iron Dragon:
