In the blink of an eye, White’s form collapsed.
The dragon’s head hit the ground first, its silver horns gleaming in the fading light. Its body followed, falling in clean, precise pieces—sliced apart so smoothly it took its own body a moment to register.
A girl, no taller than me, her long black hair flowing down her back suddenly appeared at the side of the dead White. In her hand, she held a transparent Western-style sword.
She turned towards us, her sharp green eyes locking onto my mother. Then her lips curled into a smirk.
“Still the weakling you’ve always been, Shizuka?” she asked, her voice laced with mockery.
Behind her, White had been cut into numerous pieces.
Even the large, thick trees around that area were also cleanly cut down.
“Lunaria!” my mother gasped, relief flooding her face. “I’ve never been happier to see you!”
"Sorry, I'm not gay." The girl called Lunaria replied, giving my mother a haughty look.