On the eastern battlefield, Lucy stood against the Azure Dragon, heart beating wildly.
The Azure Dragon uncoiled across the sky, mist trailing from its scales as it moved. Its golden eyes found Lucy and it stared directly at her.
Lucy took a deep, nervous breath. She was not nervous often. It was just a game. An exhilarating game, but ultimately nothing more than fiction. She had no reason to be unironically nervous…
Except… Lumi.
Her paycheck now depended on her performance. And thus she snarled and stared back. She held six daggers sat between her fingers, three in each hand, with imperceptible strings attached to each. The strings ran from the pommels to rings on her fingers, thin enough to barely be seen by the naked eye. She fixated on them, knowing her performance would decide everything.
The dragon roared and the storm above it answered. Lightning was cracking down
