The Demon Empire

This was not just any dragon—it was a giant one, with gleaming obsidian-black scales, enormous wings that cast a shadow over the earth, and piercing golden eyes that locked onto her with sharp intensity.

Eve had been younger back then, perhaps only fifteen. At the time, she had instinctively dropped into a battle stance, summoning dark energy into her palms. Her mother's words had always been clear—demons had no allies, only enemies waiting to strike.

"A dragon… if I kill it, I wonder how many experience points I'll get," she had thought naively, with a smile. She was about to launch an attack when she heard a voice.

"Whoa, whoa! Don't attack him!"