Alex may have been scheming and far-sighted,
but Vesette surely wasn't, being more of a primitive nature.
As Roman lingered with Nillie, leaving them dangling for half a day, Vesette had been accumulating a bellyful of fire.
Could he really endure such an insult?
Perhaps he wanted to demonstrate his might by giving the nobles before him a warning, ideally by swiftly killing a few guards—in the pirates' eyes, that was a show of power.
However, he was pinned to the ground as soon as he made his move.
Margaret sat beside Roman, her posture graceful yet silent, exuding the air of a court witch.
Upon seeing Roman gesture, she lifted the spell.
Vesette was gasping for air, nearly blacking out, his eyes glazed over, and in a daze, he glimpsed a sight of dragons dancing wildly.
In the ancient Yige legends, warriors who died in battle would enter another eternal world, a world more mysterious and fantastical than Earth itself, a world created by the Dragon Clan.
He nearly died.
