The Ring's Hidden Guardian
After destroying the body of the undead dragon until all its bones turned into ashes, Isabella felt her consciousness flickering. Not only was her stamina drained even her mana was nearing its limit.
'Tsk, I've become so much weaker.'
The pillar of fire that had pierced the heavens gradually faded.
Ash drifted through the air like black snow.
The battlefield that had nearly become a graveyard moments ago was now eerily silent.
The torrent of wind surrounding the dragon's remains slowly dispersed as well.
Only scorched earth remained.
Isabella stood in the middle of it all.
Alone.
Victorious.
Yet somehow looking more exhausted than anyone present.
She lifted a trembling hand and rubbed her forehead.
"Seriously..." she muttered weakly. "One oversized skeleton and I'm already running on fumes."
A familiar voice immediately answered.
"What's happening to you Isabella?"
Zoella's playful expression disappeared.
