Gulp...
So hot... I can't move...
Her furious eyes reflected that twisted smile.
As the blood entered her body, scorching pain stabbed through her as though nearly a thousand needles were racing wildly inside her.
The pain was like being ground down and scraped to the bone...
Hot blood tears streamed from the corners of her wide eyes, while her heart pounded as if it would explode.
It felt just like the first time she had swallowed a magic core—painful enough to make her wish for death.
Strangely, Moss did not lose her reason because of the pain.
She experienced everything firsthand, with every bit of suffering exploding through her mind.
Yet she also seemed like a third party, indifferently observing the changes in her body.
In truth, physical pain was not frightening. What was frightening was the soul...
Who had taken the main seat...?
The dragon!
A trace of affection that seemed to come from her Blood Kin was frantically devouring Moss's soul.
At that moment, she looked at Ainpeist, who was staring at her.
An inexplicable feeling welled up inside her.
Had she... fallen in love with him?
Crack!
Suddenly, Ainpeist before her shattered.
In the darkness, the only thing echoing through her mind was a cold laugh.
Ha...
"Hehe..."
At that moment, an uncontrollable urge to laugh surged into her heart.
Even though she desperately tried to suppress it, all she could do was make the corners of her mouth twist upward.
"Why are you laughing?"
Ainpeist's question echoed beside her ears, and Moss was also asking herself the same thing.
Why was she laughing?
But in truth, there was no reason.
Moss did not know why she was laughing either.
Was it because she had seen how weak she was at that moment?
Or perhaps