The Steel Dragonwing Palace at night was always so tranquil. Since it was the Red Dragon's dwelling, almost all creatures dared not approach, even the most loyal retainers only dared to wander around the periphery.
In this silence, the Silver Dragon could hear her faint breathing clearly.
Only the soft moonlight poured down, filling her blue-gray pupils, reflecting a silvery glow on her smooth scales.
Not knowing how many days and nights had passed, Olivia always felt she was in a state between dream and wakefulness. She was nearly in despair, but the stubborn will that remained always supported her, never letting her succumb.
She also didn't know when she would succumb to the shackles of fate.
But at least it wouldn't be now.
Olivia had thought this countless times.
"Ugh..."