Chapter 2: When Titans Clash
I feel quite embarrassed to say this, but when I first laid my eyes on the Shadow Queen, the first thing I thought was:
"What a beautiful woman."
In reality, she was.
Her hair was long, black, and wavy, and it flowed all the way down to her lower back. She shrouded herself in a flowing black tunic, which slightly hid her legs, but did nothing to hide the two beautiful melons that bulged out of her chest.
Yes, she was beautiful. But when I stared into her cold, unfeeling eyes, my chest tightened with fear.
I had to remind myself of the countless lives she took, and that gave me the courage to face her properly.
"You must be Lady Daevalia," I said, humbly.
"And you must be my next victim," she quipped back.
I could sense the bitterness in her voice, subtly masked by a bloodlust aura.
"Didn’t think there was a mage as powerful as me."
"Didn’t think the Grand Mage would be so... old."
Old? I was barely forty-six.