Chapter 59 - 58: Green Dragon
"Everyone, freeze! Stand guard right where you are!" Drow, without saying a word, waved the agreed-upon tactical hand signal.
If it hadn’t been for Drow’s timely control, any rustle of wind or blade of grass might have caused the ’reactive’ Elves to scatter in panic.
Yet, despite holding their breath and remaining on guard for over half an hour, they encountered no Bear Goblins, Kobolds, or Half-Dragon Elves.
"What should we do? Retreat, or...?" the Elf Yevgeny whispered.
"Do you dare?" Drow scoffed, indifferent to their unspoken predicament.
With her soul firmly in the hands of their Red Dragon master, Drow, who should have cherished her life, had become unusually fearless.
I would dare if I could, Yevgeny thought; she too had become fearless after being denied death countless times. But with our souls cramped in a shared prism, *you* wouldn’t let me!
If she dared harbor a single thought of refusal, she couldn’t imagine what unspeakable punishment this devil, Drow, would inflict.
However, after everything she had endured recently, she had almost grown accustomed to it.
Before this, it seemed Drow had played every trick imaginable—and some unimaginable. Yevgeny, having endured countless ordeals in body, mind, and soul, now harbored a faint expectation that Drow might deliver some new, unexpected thrills and surprises.
Such explosively intense experiences and emotional journeys, if undergone by someone like David, would probably have skyrocketed his Lust attribute to at least triple digits.