That fire hidden deep within her eyes was almost captivating to Drayken.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and as he looked into hers, he truly believed it.
He didn't need to use his True Eyes to see the sparks flickering within, not yet flames, but small sparks.
Those sparks waited like a predator, biding their time, destined to grow into a terrifying blaze that would one day engulf everything.
Drayken remained silent, expressionless, his gaze fixed on the woman. The longer he looked, the more a strange fondness grew within him.
His heart stirred with satisfaction. Then, pointing at her decisively, he declared:
"I want her."
The round-bellied man grinned with delight. "As long as you like her, you can have her, esteemed Dragon Slayer."
"Hmm." Drayken nodded.
The dog-eared woman's face instantly turned pale as she looked at the bulky, cloaked figure before her, as if he were a demon from the depths of hell.
