She now had almost completely given up on resisting, allowing the young dragons to vent their anger on her.
Moreover, she hadn't uttered a single word of begging or surrendered from start to finish.
As time passed and sharp teeth and claws left increasingly dense wounds on the White Dragon, the long-standing anger and resentment within the young dragons' hearts gradually subsided with each strike.
They began to find that hitting an opponent who couldn't fight back and only passively took the blows wasn't that interesting.
After the anger subsided, it gradually felt somewhat dull.
Finally, when White Dragon Trish was almost covered in wounds, drenched in blood, and breathlessly standing in place, seemingly struggling to stay upright.
"White scales! Can you see clearly now? You're no longer our match!"
