Chapter 4: Chapter 4 - The draconian
Chapter 4 - the draconian
Together, they stood over the still body of the Draconian warrior.
He did not look like a defeated foe—no, he looked like a monument to war itself. Muscles carved like stone, each one thick as coiled rope. Horns that could pierce steel, curved like ancient weapons of a forgotten age. Scales armored his forearms, darker than night, gleaming with the weight of countless battles. This wasn't just a warrior. He was a force. A titan.
And yet—he had fallen.
Defeated by the elf. The one who had only awoken into this world a mere week ago.
Lillith's gaze rose slowly, her crimson eyes trembling. Awe. Fear. Reverence. It was all there, written plainly across her face.
"You are truly... incredible," she whispered, voice shaken. "The only being I could ever kneel to. The only one I could ever accept ruling above me."
He didn't bask in her praise. He didn't gloat or smirk. He simply looked down at the scorched battlefield, at the broken figure of the Draconian.
"I did only what needed to be done," he said, voice low and calm.
Lillith's lips parted, her expression darkening with something deeper. Shame.
"She looked down at her hands, trembling now. "I failed you. I was supposed to prove myself—to show that I could fight at your side. But I wasn't enough."