"Your power at the seventh class is truly extraordinary..." Aethergon's booming voice filled the ruined jungle. "You may be the first mouse I have ever faced that has pushed me this far."
The dragon slowly lowered his enormous head until it rested against the ruined earth.
Leona's lips trembled.
She lowered herself until her head touched the ground, exhaustion finally forcing her body to acknowledge the punishment it had endured.
"I still didn't win."
Her voice was quiet.
"I lost again."
She clenched her trembling fists.
"I don't want to just hold my own. I want to win. I want to win."
A deep spark of lightning flickered within her eyes.
Aethergon remained silent for a moment.
Then his enormous head moved closer to her, his eyes watching the battered woman lying before him.
"Little mouse, you have come a long way in no time at all. You are the storm incarnate."
Leona wasn't satisfied.
Everyone had thought she had gone mad when she challenged Aethergon.
