Seven feet tall, half man, half part of the wyvern family, the Drakyn—with a few silver scales on his arm, deep clear blue eyes, and silver silky hair—was locked in a contest of power against Lucian. She was clad in her steel armor, enhancing her blue, cold aura. Still, she was a second-ranker—even if a prestigious job holder, she was no match for a real emperor-rank beast in a direct contest of power.
The Drakyn pushed her back. She slid across the snow and launched dozens of giant, sharp icicles toward the Drakyn, but before any of them could land, Lucian received a powerful kick to her stomach, sending her flying—breaking even the ice wall Damian had made behind her, creating a hole. The speed of the armor-clad knight was even faster than Damian had assumed it would be.
