Roxana, still towering in her massive Volcanic Dragon form, stood proudly amidst the scorched battlefield, her molten ws digging into the magma beneath her. Her eyes, burning like molten embers, slowly turned toward Lucas. A smirk crept across her draconic face, her voice deep and rumbling from within her massive chest.


    "That general wasn''t too bad," she said, her tone amused but dismissive. "He was strong… for a human."


    Lucas, standing calmly on the molten ground below her, nced up, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He tilted his head slightly, his expression rxed yet sharp. "You''re the one who''s stronger, Roxana. Valen never stood a chance against you."


    Roxana''s smirk grew wider, her massive molten-scaled body radiating heat like a furnace. Her wings red slightly as she basked in Lucas''s praise. "I see," she replied, her voiceced with amusement, almost yful despite the destruction around her. There was a sense of satisfaction in her words, but not surprise. She knew her strength.


    Lucas''s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, his tone turning more serious, though his voice remained calm and calcting. "Now that you''re in your Volcanic Dragon form, there''s only one ce left to go." He paused, his smirk returning, eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. "The Lionhart Kingdom."


    Roxana''s molten eyes brightened, excitement flickering in them. "The Lionhart Kingdom?" she repeated, her voice rumbling with intrigue. She tilted her massive head slightly, as though pondering the idea, before her smile turned savage, teeth like glowing coals shing in the light. "That sounds like fun."


    With a powerful beat of her colossal wings, Roxana stretched her body toward the sky, creating gusts of hot air that scorched the ground below. "Hold on," she teased, her voice booming with yful confidence. "This will be fast."


    Lucas, without hesitation, leaped gracefully onto the top of her head, standing with perfect bnce as she prepared to take off. He smirked, ncing at the moltenndscape beneath them. "I''m ready," he said smoothly, his voice calm despite the intensity of the moment.


    Roxana''s wings pped, sending fiery winds swirling around them. In an instant, she took to the sky, her massive form cutting through the air with terrifying speed.


    The heat from her body crackled and sparked as she soared, the ground below bing a blur as she ascended into the heavens, leaving a trail of molten energy in her wake.


    As they flew, thendscape zipped by beneath them—mountains, rivers, forests—all bing a blur of motion. The power radiating from Roxana''s dragon form was palpable, and Lucas stood firmly atop her, his eyes sharp with focus.


    As the Lionhart Kingdom came into view, Lucas''s gaze darkened with anticipation. The sprawling city beneath them was nothing more than a speck from their vantage point, but the towering royal pce gleamed in the distance.


    "We''re here," Lucas murmured, his voice low, carrying a weight of finality. His eyes gleamed with cold intent as he prepared for what was toe.


    Roxana''s molten eyes scanned the sprawling kingdom below, her gaze sweeping over the bustling streets of the capital city.


    People moved like ants beneath her, going about their day, unaware of the impending doom. But Roxana''s focus wasn''t on themoners or the civilians living their simple lives. They were irrelevant.


    Her eyes narrowed, locking onto the noble district and the royal pce, where the elites of the kingdom lived in luxury and arrogance. A low growl escaped from her throat, rumbling through the air like distant thunder.


    "They have no idea what''sing," Roxana muttered, her voice dark and filled with contempt.


    Lucas, standing confidently atop her massive head, nced down at the city with a cold smirk. "Their ignorance won''tst long," he said, his tone casual, almost indifferent to the chaos they were about to unleash.


    Roxana''s enormous form hovered above the city, casting a shadow that loomed over the streets like a storm cloud. As her shadow passed over themoners, gasps of shock and terror erupted from below.


    The people looked up in horror, their eyes widening as they spotted the massive Volcanic Dragon. Panic set in instantly. Screams echoed through the streets as people fled, desperate to find shelter.


    But Roxana didn''t even nce their way.


    "Themoners aren''t the target," she growled, her deep, rumbling voice shaking the air itself. "It''s the nobles and the royals who will feel my wrath."


    Lucas nodded, his smirk growing as he watched the people scatter below. "They''ve livedfortably for too long. Time for them to face reality."


    With a powerful p of her wings, Roxana swooped down, the force of her descent stirring up a scorching whirlwind of heat that rippled through the city. mes licked at the buildings below as she descended upon the noble district, her massive wings creating gusts of searing wind.


    The reaction was immediate.


    Panic erupted like wildfire. Nobles and guards scrambled in every direction, their faces twisted in fear as they realized what was happening. The once-proud elites, who had looked down on others with disdain, were now nothing more than terrified figures fleeing for their lives.


    Roxana''s voice boomed across the kingdom, her tone a mix of fury and twisted amusement. "Now that Valen is dead, there''s no one left to protect you," she roared, her words echoing like a death knell. "Your kingdom will be annihted by my rage!"


    Lucas watched from above, his expression calm, his arms folded as if he were observing something trivial. His tone was casual, almost bored as he remarked, "Look at them… running like ants."


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    Roxana let out a dark chuckle, her molten scales glowing brighter as her massive form circled the royal pce. Below, mes and magma dripped from her mouth, sizzling as they hit the ground. But she held back, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash her full power.


    As she hovered above, the nobles'' estates began to crumble beneath the heat of her presence. Those who had once ruled the kingdom with arrogance and cruelty were now reduced to trembling shadows of their former selves, desperately trying to escape the inevitable.


    "Do you hear them?" Roxana growled, her voice filled with a dangerous edge. "Do you hear their screams, Lucas?"


    Lucas''s smirk widened, his gaze fixed on the chaos below. "It''s music to my ears," he replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction.


    Below them, themoners continued to run, their fear palpable. But Roxana could sense that their terror wasn''t aimed at her or her power. No, what truly terrified them was the crumbling power of the kingdom itself—the realization that the Lionhart Kingdom, once seen as untouchable, was now falling apart before their very eyes.