Anger and Regret

The thorns piercing the shrunken Nivalis easily tore through her dragon scales, burrowing into her body to harvest her blood. The crimson liquid flowed up the vines, disappearing to some unknown destination.

Worse still, one thorn meticulously scraped off her scales, layer by layer. At that moment, her draconic majesty was gone. The proud ice dragon now resembled nothing more than a helpless fish on a butcher's slab.

Rita's eyes burned with fury, her vision almost red with rage. She prepared to end her own life to escape, but Frenzied Shark's voice cut through the storm of her thoughts.

"You can try killing yourself," he said coldly. "But I promise, even if you leave, I'll keep your pet here."

Rita froze as a notification appeared:

[Forced Stay]: You cannot leave the World Battleground. Upon death, your corpse will remain in place. [Time Hater]: For five minutes, you are unable to use any time-related skills.