The Destroyer Part I

"Impossible..."

Snowbelle’s deep blue eyes stared in shock at the shattered remnants of the weapon in her hands. The once-unbreakable katana, the one that had carried her to this point, was now reduced to worthless fragments of metal. The unimaginable power of the enemy had destroyed what she believed unbreakable.

The weapon that symbolized her strength was no more.

"How dare you!"

Consumed by rage, the White Dragon prepared to charge at the enemy again. But before she could move, Joke raised his hand to stop her.

"Not yet, Belle."

"Joker!?"

"..."

Snowbelle could only glare daggers at her master, but the intense gaze of Joker, filled with unspoken messages, made the White Dragon pause in her tracks. Especially when the opponent, having accomplished exactly “what he had intended,” lowered its sword with a deeply satisfied smile.

"So this was your real goal all along?"