The pitch-black dragon scales slowly dispersed, and the once imposing Dorothy returned to her human form.
The Fairy King, satisfied, muttered something like "I really nailed it this time" and left, leaving the homebody witch with a huge mess to clean up.
"Damn, wasn't it said that the peak was supposed to be unbreakable? How did it shatter so easily?"
Dorothy looked at Duel Mountain Number 8, which had been split in half, feeling completely numb.
She began to wonder if the money she recently earned from customizing spells would be enough to cover the damages.
Yeah, it should be enough.
After all, it's only Arena Number 8 that's destroyed, not the entire Dragon Roar.
She thought about it, then shakily pulled out her spellbook, pondering whether to inform Inanna and ask Miss Tyranny to estimate the cost.
However, she hadn't even composed her message when a message from the other side arrived first.
