"Human... what is it you want from me?"
"Not even a thank you?" Haoran playfully asked, his voice cutting through the heavy, vibrating tension of the desert air.
He stood with his hands tucked behind his back, a posture of relaxed dominance that stood in stark contrast to the thousands of bared weapons pointed in his direction.
Medusa remained silent, her cold hazel eyes staring deep into his own golden orbs.
As the Queen of the Lamias, and having recently undergone a bloodline evolution into the Rainbow-Scaled Divine Serpent, her senses were far more acute than any of her subordinates.
So naturally, zhe could feel it—a terrifying, primordial resonance emanating from the youth before her.
It was a weight that pressed down on her very soul, a sovereign authority that seemed to speak directly to the draconic traces in her blood.
