The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today

Adrei, upon seeing Demond's unconscious form, felt a newfound determination. The witch's words had pierced her heart like an arrow, but she knew she had to be strong for her wife. Carefully, she lifted Demond out of the water, the witch's body feeling like a feather in her powerful arms. The dragon's eyes searched the room, looking for anything that could serve as a comfortable resting place, before deciding to conjure a warm fabric herself to be placed on the ground, along with the witch's discarded robes. As she carefully placed Demond onto the warm fabric, Adrei felt the gravity of her promise. She knew that the path to break the wolf's pride would be with peril, especially against the witch's own wishes. But she also knew that she could not bear to watch the woman she loved suffer alone. With a heavy heart, she made her way out of the bathroom, her thoughts racing as her robe flew to her naked form.

The corridors to the throne rolm were quiet, somber, mournful. The dressed Adrei watched as the pubs bowed along her path, as if ready to witness their Queen's demise with their own eyes. The dragon's tail swished in agitation, she would allow them to witness the end, but not in the way they would wish.

As she opened the door to the throne room, it was empty, except the cold, white wolf sitting atop the throne, her eyes closed as if in meditation. Leona's fur was stained with the crimson of the setting sun, her breaths shallow, as if the very act of breathing was a chore. Adrei approached, her steps silent despite the grandeur of the room that seemed to demand pomp and circumstance.

"You have arrived." Leona's voice was a low growl, her eyes still closed. She knew the dragon's presence without looking.

"Ah, I have come to honour your pride, wolf." Adrei's voice was a soft murmur that seemed to fill the room, the power behind it belying its gentle tone. She stopped before the throne, her eyes never leaving the wolf's form.

As the wolf opened her eyes, runes of old circulated her bodies, the blue hues of ancient magic pulsing around her neck, her injured torso, and her legs. The sight of her brought a sharp pain to Adrei's heart, a pain that was as cold as the water they just left. Yet, the dragon's eyes remained steady, filled with a warmth that was as fiery as the volcano's peak.

"I thank you, Queen of Dragons, for humouring this one's deceit and betrayal." The wolf sat up, her legs crackling with frost and shivering snowflakes, the essence of mana from her master.

"So let us start with haste, before-"

"Unfortunately, wolf. I am not here to honor your deceit but to challenge it." Adrei's voice was firm, a stark contrast to the warmth that had filled the room moments ago. Her eyes bore into Leona's, the fiery determination in them unmistakable.