Arabel looked at the young dragon, who was trembling with fear, with a wide smile on her face. By this point, both Arabel's other eye and hair were glowing purple-pink, completely succumbing to the Energy of Madness. Her thoughts began to deviate from the usual rationalism towards more extreme and crazy ideas.
The hatred for this young dragon was so strong that Arabel herself succumbed to this madness.
The heir could hardly contain his feelings. Pain and fear mixed in his mind, and he was in a state of chaos. He really wanted to call his mother, but even that was impossible because of his fear.
"How are you feeling, little dragon?" asked Arabel with a smile.
The young dragon's fear only increased when he saw her smile and heard her voice.
"Heh, — Arabel chuckled, being influenced by the Energy of Madness. It was a joy to watch the fright of such a proud creature as a dragon.
