I should have known better than to play like this!

..."In fact, you have been enduring it very hard, right?"

..."There is no need to endure it anymore, because I will never let Leah die."

..."Come on, devour me, and then , to rule the world..."

..."Ah, by the way, about what you said to me before, my response is...I love you too, Leah."

...

The red king woke up on her throne.

Under the chest, the heart that had already turned into a fiery furnace was beating violently.

The warm touch with the smell of rust still seems to remain on the lips, and hundreds of years have not been able to erase the slightest detail of that nightmare.

Ophelia opened her eyes, and the dark red luster like lava slowly flowed between the huge pillars and the dome, reflecting her lonely figure.

She curled up her fingertips slightly, and her sharp nails dug deeply into the skull fossil of an unknown giant beast on the armrest of the throne.

But this fleeting fragility is like a snowflake thrown into the flames, disappearing instantly.

When she stood up and stepped onto the cold ground with bare feet, the weakness belonging to "Ophelia" was completely sealed.

With every step, invisible pressure spreads, the air becomes stagnant, and the flames bow to it.

When she pushed open the giant door engraved with ancient dragon language and war epics, and the skylight poured in, she was already the red queen who ruled the earth and made all things tremble.

The pure-blood dragon guards standing outside the door felt the majestic aura and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the figure that seemed to be constructed of pure power and majesty.

Ophelia did not look at them, and cast her eyes towards the territory in the distance belonging to the king of blue dragons, her sister Elena.

The last time we met... was it decades ago? Looking back even further, it actually takes hundreds of years as a unit.

Time is both a gift and a torture to the immortal dragon clan.

The news circulating recently has an ominous undertone.

Elena, her sister who is obsessed with the mysteries of the soul, actually created the [Undead], monsters that blaspheme the cycle of life, decades ago.

She knew what she was pursuing, that unrealistic dream that had lasted for hundreds of years.

Maybe it’s time to wake her up from that hopeless obsession.

With her mind set, Ophelia's whole body flashed with red light, turning into a blazing fire that tore through the sky, disappearing into the clouds in an instant, leaving only the long-lasting scorching aftermath in the air.

The Dragon Clan’s great library is the temple of knowledge and the tomb where time has settled.

When Ophelia found Elena, she was in the center of countless suspended huge tomes and ancient scrolls.

Different from Ophelia's blazing fire that seems to ignite the world, Elena's beauty is as quiet and transparent as the extremely cold ice abyss.

The long silver-white hair flows like glaciers under the moon, the ice-blue eyes are deeper and colder than the purest gems, and the skin is so white that it is almost transparent, as if it was carved from thousands of years of ice.

She just stood there quietly, flipping through the ancient parchment scrolls, and her whole body was naturally filled with a biting cold air that kept strangers away, and even the air condensed into fine ice crystals.

At the arrival of her sister, Elena did not even tremble her eyelashes, as if Ophelia was just a wisp of insignificant air.

Ophelia broke the silence, her voice was particularly clear and cold in the empty corridor of the big library: "Have you found a way?"

Elena's fingers turned the pages without stopping, and her cold response was like ice beads falling on a jade plate: "No."