The Power of the Roxana's Volcanic Dragon Form
Roxana, her body still grievously injured with her lower half missing, let out a low, dark chuckle that reverberated through the air.
Her fiery eyes burned with an unsettling mix of malice and amusement, as if the pain meant nothing to her. Despite the catastrophic damage to her body, she wore a smug smile, completely unfazed by the devastation General Valen had wrought.
"You really thought that was enough to kill me?" she asked, her voice dripping with mockery, each word a slow, deliberate taunt. Her eyes gleamed with condescension, as though Valen's efforts were nothing more than a child's play to her.
Valen, still panting from the immense energy he had expended, stared at her in disbelief, his breath ragged. He had unleashed his most powerful attack, and yet here she was, standing—or at least hovering—on the precipice of destruction, but far from defeated.