387 Dragon Strategy 3

Silence settled in the air with what Aldrich said. Valera, a seasoned warrior in her own right, and Medula, a millennial demon who had seen countless fighters live and die, both stood in a silence punctuated by awe.

That was the nature of Rella's strength. Overwhelmingly destructive in an awing way that was akin more to a natural disaster, an unstoppable hurricane or seismic annihilation more so than the movements of a mighty fighter.

Where one generated respect of technique and movement, the other ripped up terror from that deep, primal pit where all living beings knew to fear the wrath of nature. The fundamental instinct to stay alive, to survive – Rella's mere presence went against all of that.

"Rella?" said Fler'Gan, wondering what the big deal was.

"Right. You were locked in your study when she was around," said Aldrich.

"Indeed. My research into immortality took the greater part of two centuries. In that time, I removed myself from worldly affairs," said Fler'Gan.