CHAPTER 103.2

Horns as pristine as the halos. Wings as dominant as the dragons that held dominion over the ethereal creatures of the three realms. Flaming green eyes that resonated with the trail of infernal flames on its wake which reminded the onlookers of a raw emerald gem. Aura that could make even an angel bends.

Indeed, the person flying at the very apex of a brawl between two dragons was undeniably Maleficent the Glutton!

Not a stain of blood neither a stench of death followed the heir of the Glutton Territory, no. Instead, the Halfling in between the frozen dragons that loomed her was oozing with vitality and confidence.

“Master!” It was the Calamity Dragon who overcome the shock of the sudden appearance brought by the supposedly dead Halfling. After all, a citizen of a Nether World would die upon one stab wound from a weapon forged by a holy flame – it was a common knowledge.

Though there were a lucky few who managed to keep their immortal li