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

The sovereign merely...gazed in wonders. Her tale, spun in words instead of lyre, collapses the World anew into stilled blues; her reds blinked as they narrowed, as if tired. Then, a chuckle escaped her lips, the million voices in the coffin weeping ripples that this world silenced, failed to perceive, as she glanced up. A shadow wreathed in dying embers hovered, then the Dragon Claw slammed down.

The Dragon Claw creaked as the vampire raised her left arm for a block, her fingers and wrist bent and bleeded bloodfalls, her knees buckling under sheer pressure, as her thorned hand swung the coffin, only for the sharpened scale to shear through the screaming metal, shards of soul-tainted irons scattering like spread ashes in a sea-funeral.

Another claw swiped the sovereign, as she was launched into the sky, the slicing gusts no longer under her control as the vampire’s hand claw through the air, the feet rippling every screeches on the weighless gravity before she finally came to a halt, then realising beneath her was the town, now emptied of innocents, perception damned for the judgement of evil in the cold.

The vampire gritted her teeth as she glared back, before widening her eyes, not in awe, not in amazement, but in sheer terror as her whole body shook, the howling winds gnashing as her vision was painted pure flames, with five meteor-sized red balls, each embodying a mini-sun that would destroy the world in-half, circled around the Dragon’s flying visage, like the coming of the most violent sages. Then, a voice boomed through the sky, the coming of an iced world melding with apololypse.

<Time, Writhe, Field>

Then, the time fizzled as it steamed, as Demond’s frost crackled against the halted seconds. The Dragon’s <Time Magic> combined Dragon’s tongue hissed the blinded time into a despairing, screeching halt around the sovereign, the vampire’s eyes remained the only things that could tremble before her face received five warm embrace of the mini-suns, as her visage is melted within. The impact as they balled into the ground printed the world a new terrain, the towns evaporated as volcanoes erupted, the vampires’ bloods and fleshes serving as the nutrients. Restructure, regenerate, reblood, nothing works as she endured the heat except with sheer force of will, accompanied by clarity of the million-screeching souls inside her.

The Dragon towered over her masterpiece, the blueness from the <Blinded World> melding well with the volcanoes, even as it tremors, the fog tailor’s needles slighly cracked as the fabrics of the World tore itself apart before hastily needling the cracks with lined-gaps. Her wife must be in extreme fatigue, the Queen remarked, for she would give her a lot of love later as compensation.

"Y-you....."

A small murmur, the sound of faint ant crawling, crept up to the Dragon’s ear as she tilted her head and hovered over the half-burnt undead, her expression completely contorted, without grace, without bloodlust, only sheer, shivering disbelief, as a prey should to her annilator.

"Still alive?" Adrei admired, though the tone was not of admiration but of a surfacing dismissal. An ant’s struggle is merely interesting, but not enough to be dangled in her mind.

The sovereign trembled, her legs trembling. Every fibre of her body carried a message for her to run, to hide, yet the judge for <Blinded World> has already thrown her seat, smirked against the court, and threw the sinner to a prison of no-return.