Chapter eighty seven: There, she saw
Yohanna Caster felt the seeping pain that reaped through her flesh and bones and soul. Her scream, as what she concludes, is a kind of screaming that lingers in the whole surrounding—the kind of scream that every player here inside this arena of blood, is hearing. The muscles in her tiny arms felt like reaping; tearing apart from each other as two giant heads of a serpentine-like dragon was crushing and biting her with its bare yet powerful fangs. It was the same with Alina. She can see that they were in a constant rush of pain as they fell through the dilemma of the dragon’s bites. But surprisingly, the arms that the dragons bit, were not damaged nor physically broken. But it felt like ripped. Soul. That was what this multicolored, light-made dragon was targeting. Yohanna looked at A
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