The terrifying scene before her could only be described as utter devastation. The rock formations around the entire bay had been shattered to pieces, and several savage claw marks were gouged into the cliffs on either side. It was a scene straight out of the apocalypse.
If all that could still be explained as collateral damage from a battle, then the horrifying sight of the entire bay—and even the island itself—being cleaved cleanly in two plunged Alogthos, whose mind was already a muddled mess, into even greater confusion and panic.
All that remained in her memory was that violet light of annihilation stretching across heaven and earth. Every recent memory was as scrambled as egg liquid stirred by dragon claws; merely trying to recall them sent the agony of ten thousand steel needles plunging into her skull.
At the same time, her physical condition was dreadful.
Like a rag doll stuffed to bursting, her entire body was covered in cracks.
If her dragon physique had not been strong enough, any other species would probably have already croaked by now.
She could not help wondering whether she had made some unspeakable deal with a terrifying evil god and ended up playing her own body into ruin.
The thought filled her with lingering terror—and made her heart twist like a knife.
For just as she was about to pull some magical items from between her scales to treat her injuries, she discovered that they were gone. Everything was gone.
Had she not possessed an Aglais Orb capable of using magical mirror images to block three fatal attacks for her? Why was that gone too?
Could it be that, during this period when her memories had been in chaos, she had actually "died" three times already?
The discovery scared every scale on her