Arad stood inside the forest beside Gamond. They were looking at the unconscious pink drakaina with concerned gazes.
"Do you know her?" Gamond pointed with her thumb, and Arad shook his head, "Never seen a pink one before, let alone a greatwyrm drakaina." He flew a bit into the sky and observed her. "Did you have to beat her that hard?"
Gamond laughed, "Of course! I honored her wish. She came here and claimed to be your wife, so she naturally had to fight me. Showing mercy to her would've been an insult. So I had to make sure she felt it well."
The pink drakaina's neck was broken, one of her wings ripped apart, her ribs cracked, and soap foamed out of her mouth like she was on the verge of meeting death.
Arad wanted to heal the drakaina quickly to ask her about what had gotten into her head. But with how powerful she was and how delicate her body was, healing her was going to take both time and a lot of holy magic.
