"Didn't Hillrenes say her wings were impossible for others to use?"
"Strange."
"You all can just die!"
Salam revealed a cruel grin, his yellow pupils locking tightly onto Roger. "I'll make your death slower, and as for you—"
"Wouldn't it be easier if you just agreed obediently?"
Anna's face remained stoic, the Magic Mirror held before her.
Swish!
Salam's body vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, he had eerily bypassed the barrier of the Magic Mirror and stood right beside Anna.
He wore a sinister smile as his clawed hand, covered in Scale Armor, struck towards Anna's neck.
"Where do you think you're going?"
A cold snort echoed from behind. In the next moment, a powerful hand gripped tightly onto Salam's trailing dragon tail.
From the tip of his tail through his spine, the force surged all the way to his skull.
