"Wait—!"
Max's fist stopped just inches away from Agnia's face. He was ready to forsake the Fire Dragon bloodline. The rage in his heart burned hotter than his desire for power. Yet in that final moment, it was Agnia who broke first.
She looked into his feral eyes and felt her whole body go cold. He stared down at her as if she were nothing but prey already caught in his claws. Something twisted inside her. The way he dominated her, the way death hung so casually in his hand, made her blood surge in a way that filled her with instant shame.
Max heaved heavily, barely holding himself back.
"I submit..." Agnia forced the words out, making Max narrow his eyes at her in suspicion. "I admit my defeat. Whatever you want to do with me, I will accept it... just don't kill me..." Her voice trembled at the end, her eyes pleading for mercy, and that pathetic look only made Max feel even more disgusted with her.
