Aristoria landed in front of the colossal dead tree while the True Dragon began to release a blue fire breath that burned the roots and thorns from the sky. There was no sign of resistance because Rullein was there, leaning against tree bark that was as wide as a mountain. She was hugging herself, feeling ashamed and guilty for what she had done. Oddly enough, Arisotria's present made Rullein change her appearance into a small child.
"Has you lost control over your power, Rullein?" Aristoria asked as she walked through the thorny roots and the sticky tar on the ground.
"No, not really..." Rullein answered, her face still facing downward. Her voice was quiet and filled with guilt and shame.
"What kind of answer is that? I don't remember raising you like this," Aristoria tilted her head, her bright skin and white dress were like a contrast to the place she was standing, a dot of white in the field of darkness. "Tell me, why are you doing this?" She stood in front of Rullein.
