Inside a great hall covered in dragon carvings, one of many within the Dragon Palace.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH~
A howling gale blew about wantonly.
Countless deep scratches appeared on the smooth walls.
Irena floated in mid-air, looking down on her opponent like a descended Wind God.
"I... I surrender. Please, don't expel me from the Secret Realm..."
Across from her, a shark-headed man covered in gashes spat blood, half-kneeling on the uneven ground, not daring to meet Irena's eyes.
Irena didn't answer. She simply gestured with her hand.
A sharp, ring-shaped cyan Wind Blade swept past.
An azure bubble rose up, enveloped the shark-headed man, tore through space, and vanished from the hall.
"Who's there?!"
Just as the great hall fell silent again, a cyan light flashed in Irena's eyes as she looked toward a specific direction.
"Gumi~"
A chubby Little Fatty Silkworm tumbled out from a corner and winked at Irena.
"Oh? It's you. Han Ning's Soul Beast..."
