The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 15: Legacy (2)

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Claws of ice and scythes of fire clashed, echoing through the throne room like the roar of a hundred battles. Each strike was a dance of power, a silent conversation of wills. Adrei glanced at the wolf, her eyes gleaming with the light of the flaming weapons. Leona, on the other hand, watched Adrei with a mix of anger and admiration, her teeth bared in a snarl that never quite reached her eyes.

The vestige of that tyrant reflected in the gleaming frost of her fur, the flushing hatred of that fateful day still raw and potent. She will reclaim her vengeance, her dignity, her pride.

The dragon queen grinned as she swung her right scythe of fire in a wide arc, but the wolf dodged, a blur as she countered with a swipe of her own icy claws. The flames sizzled upon contact with the frost, creating a steamy barrier that obscured the pair from sight for a brief moment.

In an instant, icy runes bound by magic circles hovered over the wolf, icicles shooting towards Adrei point-blank, but the dragon queen flapped her arms, a gust of fiery winds that melted the icicles into mist before they could even graze her scales. The wolf didn't relent as her claws stabbed forward, aiming straight for the dragon's heart, the scythe's weakness as a pole weapon fully exploited, as the close range of the claw would surely pierce through Adrei's defenses.

Despite the wolf's calculated attack, Adrei was ready. Her scales shimmered with an orange glow as jer mouth conjured a small sun, the intense heat radiating from her steaming the wolf's fur and melting the ice around them. Death, the wolf felt in that firery breath, as she retracted her claw and bounced sideway, the small sun narrowly missing her by a tail's whip, as it smashed into the ground, leaving a fiery crater.

Growling, the wolf bounced back, the heat not even touching her, the fur on her back rising like the hackles of a cornered beast. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she lunged again, her movements swift and precise. But Adrei was ready, her left scythe slashing through the icy ground, pebbles of melting ice, each containing a rune from the dragon's mana, flying in every direction as they met the wolf's charge, with the wolf's countering with her icicles, each collision caused a steamy explosion that filled the room with a misty haze.

Adrei frowned in the smoke, her eyes darting around, searching. Then her shoulders relaxed, as she sensed the presence of not one, not two, but three. Illusion Magic, one of the oldest of the arcane arts, and one she heard in coincidence as the first magic taught to the wolf by her master.

The dragon's tail swung in a graceful arc, knocking aside two illusions of Leona that charged at her from the smoke. The real wolf emerged from the mist, as the dragon's eyes were distracted, and she took the opportunity to latch onto Adrei's side, her teeth sinking into the scales with a vicious crunch. But the dragon anticipated the move and had coated her scales in a protective layer of heat, causing the wolf's teeth to shatter as she bit down her shoulder, the pain making her snarl in fury.

But the wolf's scorched teeth sunk down, the pain a mere pinprick to her fierce spirit. Leona's eyes, once filled with anger, now shone with a cunning glint, her jaws snapping shut around Adrei's shoulder, her teeth sharper than the shattered ice. The dragon roared, the sound echoing through the chamber, but it was not pain that fueled her voice. It was annoyance, a fury at the wolf's tenacity.

Letting go of her left scythe, she punched the wolf's snout with her fiery left fist, sending Leona flying across the room. The wolf's grip loosened as she soared through the air, and when she hit the ground, she coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Your resolve is admirable, Wolf Queen." Adrei's voice was calm, yet laced with challenge. Brushing off snowflakes on her shoulder, Adrei's gaze stilled with focus as the wolf struggled to her feet, her fur mottled with the ash of Adrei's flames.

The wolf didn't spout another response, the ashed wound from her torso still smoldering, the tyrant's kin is staring right back at the wolf queen. Her master's defeated smile, her companion's fallen bodies, it all flashed through Leona's mind as she took a stumbling step forward. The failure of her pride, and vows of journey haunted her, the throne room had become a battlefield of shattered dreams and reality.

Her eyes focused on Adrei, and she took a deep breath, the cold air condensing into a frosty fog around her snout. So be it, let the next strike be her finale, the final act in this 'revenge' she had been waiting for so long.

Then, Adrei's eyes widened in surprise. From within the wolf's throat, a deep, resonating howl grew, not of pain but of power. The room shivered, the very air turning to ice crystals, as Leona's mana coalesced around her into a swirling vortex of frost. The dragon recognised this as she readied her right scythe, her scales rippling with anticipation.

"I weep for the sorrows of the departed."The words were a solemn echo in the room, as if the very walls themselves mourned the fate of those lost. The whispers of mana grew louder, the sound resonating with the essence of the Frozen Night, a power that had not been unleashed since the days of the Spirit King's rule, since that fateful fight with the Tyrant Adalon.

"I watched over the Graves of the Forgotten." Leona's voice was a crescendo of power, the words a declaration of her lineage. The mana swirled as the wolf's lowly howl grew into a sonorous symphony that shook the very foundations of the throne room.

"I declared solitude amidst the endless snow." The wolf's eyes glowed with a cerulean light, the frost around her thickening into a blizzard that enveloped the dragon queen. A frosty breath hitched as runes of ancient power etched themselves not only onto her fur, but also her bloodied mouth, her chipped claws, her very soul.

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"But this pride would never fade, our histories never abandoned." Leona's voice grew firmer, her breath now a tornado of frost that whipped around her, each word a declaration of her spirit's indomitable will.

"So here I stand: A Frozen Night's Legacy."