"...even when you're asleep, you remain cuter than a snowflake, my love."
The Dragon Queen let out an exhausted chuckle, her claw were completely chipped away as the fleshes' tips were marred by frostbites, her scales no longer flared fiery mana or steams, and her arms limped even as she petted Demond's head on her thigh, who was now mumbling and sleeping in peace.
At least...it is finally over. Adrei glanced at the clear sky now dangling a moon, raining pillars of gracefulness rather than glitters of absolute carnage. Her scaled dome had been completely ripped to shreds, cracks couldn't even begin to describe the massive gaps that had given out here and there, no doubt allowing the frost pollens to fall all over the town. Well...Alice happened, and the Dragon did her best. She decided not to blame herself for what's to come.
