The woman slowly opened her eyes, visions from her past had been replaying in her head from the moment the vines touched her forehead.
Her vision was still blurry, all that was clear to her was the carnage, the vicious bloodshed, the tears and wails of the innocent that had died in the bloody war between the Zoltha clan and the Dragons.
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*Xenia's flashback*
Fifty years ago, in the year of the dragon reign. The Zoltan clan was a formidable clan of warriors, the name 'Zoltha' sparked fear and commanded respect from all human cultivators alike.
A little girl ran up the stairs of the Zoltha castle, her tiny legs carrying her as fast as they could.
She had long red hair that flowed all the way to her waist, her crimson colored eyes sharp and unwavering but still soft and inviting.
She screamed. "Mother! mother!"
The queen of the castle had just given birth to a bouncing baby boy, an heir that would finally take over the Patriarch's place as the ruler of the clan.
