"Where is this..."
Abir slowly opened her eyes, feeling utterly exhausted and unable to focus.
But she quickly became alert, remembering her last memory—being held tightly in the claws of a terrible dragon and being choked unconscious.
"Damn it!"
Abir instinctively reached for her waist, but she couldn't feel the familiar dagger. Even the green cloak she had been wearing had disappeared, leaving only her undergarments.
She sat on the ground, warily looking around. The surroundings were an unfamiliar palace, and everything in it seemed to be an enlarged version, so vast it was intimidating.
Suddenly, a huge shadow covered her.
"Elf, you are awake."
She turned her head stiffly, seeing the enormous body and ferocious head of the Red Dragon.
Abir was instantly terrified. The nightmare scene of the Red Dragon about to devour her was still vivid in her mind. But she still mustered the courage to clench her sweaty fists and stammered:
"Evil Dragon, wh-what do you want to do?"