“Iana, who is Iana?”
Iana, whose hand was grasped by Lilian, feigned confusion as she spoke.
Lilian’s gaze shifted from doubt to suspicion, and finally to absolute certainty.
“You are Iana, there’s no way I’m mistaken.” Lilian said firmly.
“So you’re actually a Demonkin? Or are you a Dragon?”
Lilian’s hand trembled slightly as she held Iana’s, the human world’s portrayal of the Demonkin was of ruthless, bone-crunching monsters.
During the Holy Trial, Lilian had encountered the Demonkin inside—brutal to the extreme, attacking anyone without hesitation, regardless of the odds.
The contrast between those Demons and Iana was staggering.
“You’ve got the wrong person. My name isn’t Iana. I’m just a passing Dragon who happened to do a good deed.” Iana denied Lilian’s guess without hesitation.
“No, you really are.” Lilian retorted.
If this had been any other Demonkin, Lilian wouldn’t have been so certain that this person before her was Iana.
But this figure looked exactly like the Dragon Plush Lilian had bought for Iana in the coming five hundred years, back before they were sucked into that whirlpool.
It was as if they were carved from the same mold. Â
At the time, Lilian had found it odd why among so many plush toys she had picked one that intertwined blood red and black colors in the shape of a dragon.
Could this be a fateful sign?
And given the current situation, the only person Lilian could think of who would risk their life to save her was Iana.
“So, you really are a Demonkin?” Lilian asked.
Iana’s expression remained blank as she brushed Lilian’s hand away.
“I am Demonkin, but my name is not Iana.”
“I have other matters to attend to now.” With that, Iana turned and walked toward the concert hall, leaving Lilian alone outside.
Iana knew that no matter how much she denied it, she couldn’t hide the truth she had already revealed to Lilian.
Her priority now was to protect the audience inside the venue.
Although they were terrified of Iana, mistaking her for one of the beasts summoned by those people.
Who could summon such a beautiful and captivating Dragon? Â
Besides saving people, Iana sensed that her first trial might be tied to this crisis.
If she could resolve it, she might gain her first skill and then return to five hundred years later. Â
***
Concert Hall
Chaos had already engulfed the concert hall.
The audience, originally seated quietly, was being torn apart by the summoned beasts—some dead, others gravely wounded—a one-sided massacre.
The ground was soaked in blood, a complete mess.
Witnessing the carnage, Iana felt an uneasy reaction in her body.
Her throat burned fiercely, as if something was about to be vomited up. Â
“Stop.” Iana’s deep voice rang out in the hall.
But her words had no effect.
The beasts continued their savage attacks. Â
A few even charged at Iana, jaws wide open, seemingly intent on swallowing her whole.
But reality was not on their side.
Seeing the beasts rushing toward her, Iana unleashed a roar filled with overwhelming Dragon Might and fury.
As if suppressed by her Dragon Bloodline, the beasts’ legs went weak before they could reach her and collapsed, powerless, on the spot.
This was true Dragon power—as if all beasts before the Dragon were mere insignificant ants.
Hovering midair, Iana’s crimson Dragon Eyes reflected the suffering crowd below.
She held a breath of frustration, with no outlet for her anger. Â
Although those charging beasts were down, more continued to tear at the helpless humans.
“I said, stop!”
This time, her voice was more than just sound.
Dragon language magic radiated from her words, invisible ripples spreading outward, momentarily freezing the air around her. Â
Several wolf-like creatures lunging at children suddenly stiffened as if bound by invisible ropes, stumbling to the ground.
The Black-robed Men who summoned these beasts were still standing calmly, performing their summoning ritual within a purple magical shield that protected them from interference.
The blood on the ground—whether from beasts or humans—was being absorbed by the magic array they had set up.
Iana’s sonic attack had no effect on them at all.
“They must be stopped.”
Iana had a vague suspicion that the creature they were summoning was the very special being she had seen when she first crossed over.
If it really was, once they summoned it, Iana would have no chance but to wait for death.
Spreading her wings, she shot toward them like an arrow released from a bow.
At this point, Iana’s only means of attack was physical, and her most powerful weapon was her Dragon Claw.
She had to get close to them to stand any chance of stopping this disaster.
Fortunately, her dragon roar had cleared her path of any beasts.
Iana dived sharply, her wings slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, her target clear—the purple magic shield.
The moment her Dragon Claw struck the shield, a burst of dazzling sparks exploded.
She was knocked back several meters by the powerful recoil, her claws tingling painfully.
“That hurts.” Iana shook her claws in disbelief.
She hadn’t expected her claws, sharp enough to slice through iron, to be completely powerless against this shield—not even a scratch. Â
“Dragonkin?”
A Black-robed Man inside the shield sensed the impact and looked toward Iana.
“How is there a Dragonkin here? There was no mention of this in the intelligence.”
“What now? None of us have learned any special magic to deal with Dragons.”
“Why panic? She’s just a juvenile Dragonkin. Nothing to make a fuss about.”
“As long as we summon a slightly stronger beast, it will be enough to deal with her.”
Though surprised by Iana’s appearance, the Black-robed Men inside the shield remained composed.
Their leader sneered and began chanting an obscure incantation.
The magic array’s light suddenly became blinding.
The blood on the ground accelerated its flow toward the array’s center. Â
With a roar, the space in the middle of the magic array twisted, and a massive, grotesque Behemoth covered in bone spikes was summoned.
“Go, tear apart that annoying little Dragon!” the Black-robed Man ordered.
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