"Submit to me or die," Drayken spoke.
"..." The Naga princess became silent. They have endured so much; almost every warrior of the Naga race has already died, and there were mostly sickly and frail who were the remaining ones, all for one purpose only…
… to never bow!
She turned to look at her people, who silently gazed back at her.
When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.
In their eyes, she saw a reflection of herself, broken, proud, unyielding.
It was like looking into a mirror.
For a moment, she stood still, her face devoid of emotion.
"Princess Naga," the old Naga bowed, indicating that the entire race's fate lies in her hand.
The Naga Princess, expressionless, looked at the terrifying thunders in the skies and the miserable fate of her limbs as they had turned into ashes:
"It's… it's time to give up…" she muttered with her parched lips.
The old Naga widened his eyes with disbelief:
"Are you going to break the tradition of our ancestors?"
