Bai Yujun felt restless and uneasy...
The dragon-patterned cloak embroidered with bloodstains did nothing to diminish her refined grace. As she cradled the infant, her tenderness and motherly love replaced all traces of a warrior's valor. Her smile glowed with maternal warmth as she softly hummed a lullaby, focused and earnest. Her snowy dragon horns were larger and more beautiful than Bai Yujun's.
The war still raged on. Violent winds, rain, and thunderstorms ravaged the battlefield, while spells, flying swords, and Blade Lights bombarded the skies.
The noblewoman paid no heed to the spreading flames of war behind her and murmured softly. Deep sorrow filled her brow. Crystal-clear, scorching tears rolled down her cheeks, only to be caught by a plump little infant hand. Tiny arms and legs flailed about.
Bai Yujun's mind jolted, as though she heard the gentle humming of a lullaby...
Her unease grew stronger and stronger!
A tiny, fair, adorable dragon tail stretched out from the swaddling clothes, while chubby little hands grasped wildly.
The woman pressed her cheek close, allowing the tiny hands to paw at her face as though she wanted to carve every feature of the child in her arms into her heart. Grief-stricken, she watched as the Shell Maidens in palace dress behind her drew their swords and faced the invaders. Flames burned across the sky, Pillars of Fire descended one after another to scorch the earth, and cold, merciless foes watched like tigers eyeing their prey, waiting for their chance.
A somewhat smaller black dragon in the sky bit two Gods and Devils to death, then descended upon the platform and transformed into a black-robed old man.
Cradling the infant in her left arm, the woman slowly raised her fair hand...
Suddenly, Bai Yujun trembled in terror.
"No...!"
A fear from