The Almighty Dragon General

Lyla wept inconsolably in James’ arms, releasing all the pent-up emotions she had been holding inside. Every tear carried with it a mixture of grievances, sadness, longing, pain, helplessness, and even a hint of excitement.

This once formidable law enforcer who had commanded respect and fear, now resembled a vulnerable little girl, her tears flowing uncontrollably like raindrops.

If there was anything capable of breaking Lyla’s cold front, it was James.

After what felt like an eternity, Lyla’s sobs began to subside, eventually fading into silence. James looked down to see her wide, tear-filled eyes staring up at him, her grip on his arm tight as if afraid he would vanish into thin air.

Gradually, she fell into a deep slumber in James’ arms.

her affection. Her persistence touched him deeply, yet it also burdened him

her closed eyes and allowed her

as his children fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught of the remnant souls. Despite the overwhelming odds, they

great fortunes and great proficiency in the Marciais Combat Form, he felt slightly incomplete. He felt guilty toward his children, his wife, and his loyal companions who had stood

companions to forge a brighter, more

the outer battlefield’s fifth level, he promptly carried Lyla to

Tower into the air, and a powerful fust of wind accompanied by a resounding hum

within the Forladtt Land were immediately