"ROOOOAAAARRRRR!!!"
The Plant Dragon's roar echoed through the cavern, shaking loose chunks of stone from the jagged ceiling. Her aura surged violently as she drew the lake's Essence deeper into her body, vines lashing like whips across the water's surface.
Her hostility was no longer hidden—it burned like an open flame.
Draco's smirk deepened.
Finally!
She had made her stance clear. He didn't need to hold back.
'I was already worried about how to attack her, since that pesky [Friend Before Foe] limitation wouldn't let me lay out an ambush. But this is perfect!'
There was no need for any more tricks or negotiations—no thinly veiled civility either.
From this point forward, he was free to wage war.
"Good," Draco murmured, his eyes glinting with dangerous light. "Now I can stop pretending."
