Lucas and Henrietta could only stand there and watch, their minds struggling to grasp what their eyes had just witnessed, because the ice belle had not merely defeated the shadow dragon but had utterly broken its will, forcing a ruler of the abyss to its knees. The ice belle hovered forward, her aura flaring one final time as she screamed at the dragon with a voice sharp enough to pierce the soul, ordering it to scurry away while it still had the chance to live, warning that if she so much as sensed its presence again she would tear it apart without hesitation or mercy.
The shadow dragon did not dare respond, and with a broken roar filled with humiliation and pain, it beat its tattered wings clumsily and fled into the distant darkness, vanishing beyond the reach of her domain as fast as its battered body would allow.
