"WAIT…!"
Drakorin screamed for Alex to stop what he was about to do.
"You may be powerful…" Drakorin heaved from the strain of the pressure bearing down on him. "But if any harm comes to us, you will attract the ire of the one we answer to."
Alex looked over his shoulders, his expression calm and collected. The woman was still trapped in his hold, already crying rivers of tears from the fear that came over her.
"Do I look like I care?" Alex replied coldly. "Regardless of who 'your' supreme one sends, it won't change what's about to happen. You don't barge into someone else's home and demand their submission."
"Also, none of you will be leaving here." Saying that, he turned to Zephyroth who pleaded once again. "Relax woman, you won't die."
The glow of his hand intensified as he tapped into the makeup of the dragon, expertly manipulating her law of self.
"No…!" Zephyroth cried louder as she felt something within her being, her very soul, disappear like it never existed.
