Chapter 10: Useful or useless
Lyra flashed her teeth in a smile, her whole face lit up as if in joy of what she was about to do. "A snake? I thought we are all children of the Dragon!"
With her great strength, she leaned on her sword and pushed, her two hands gripping firmly. Faint blue smoke that looked like evaporated sweat covered her.
Vacuse felt her strength; his own sword was forced back slowly towards his face. He was calm, and he also used the force, covering his right hand in faint energy. "But you think you are more of a child of a Dragon than anyone else."
In his past life, Lyra was also responsible for killing the people that their father used as competition.
Her eyes sparked. "On the contrary, all of us, the bastards, are all entitled to sit on the throne of the Dragon! But they are all trash. You, on the other hand, Vacuse, are a clear threat. You need to die."
Sometimes Vacuse, in his past life, wondered where the cruelty of all Vorrakyn came from, and he realized it was bred into them like a tiny snake since birth, growing with them.
And he was no exception.
Vacuse reached into himself and pulled more force from his body. His body was instantly covered in a glow, and with a push, he sent her reeling back. "But you cannot kill me. You are not strong enough."
Her eyes sparked. "You are a fool. You think I will attack you without having the confidence to kill you? I only go after things I can crush!"
"Then why have you not killed your brother?"
"He is useful. He is a nice figurehead. And who do you think will do the breeding for the next generation?"