Luna stands in front of her creator, the one who found her dead body floating from the molten lava beneath Sal'thorin's palace.
The one whom she risked everything to escape from.
As she stands in front of him once again, Merlin's golden star that gifted his identity and powers tucked in her cloak, she still shivers nonetheless: the once crisp air of Savannah gradually feeling freezing cold.
All of a sudden, the Duskborn—Luna's draconic, monstrous half—senses her fear, suddenly bursting forth in full draconic glory from right behind him, tearing the fabric of reality itself with its claws, its void-black scales glistening with eerie luminescence.
Before he can utter a word, the beast's maw snaps shut around him, swallowing him whole in one terrifying gulp—only to spit him back out moments later, drenched in saliva but miraculously unharmed, his immaculate robes now clinging to him in a sodden, disheveled mess. Luna presses a gloved hand to her mouth, her shoulders trembling with barely contained laughter, her slitted eyes glinting with unexpected amusement.
?!
Nevertheless she still crouched down, sparing him the humiliation of everyone in Savannah witnessing him in his full glory....like that of a wet cat.
"Oh, thank Merlin you're alright, I thought something terrible happened."
"I would enjoy not having to explain the chief court mage's sudden... disappearance in broad daylight to the queen."
The Duskborn itself peers down at the drenched Magister and the dragon-cursed princess haughtily, as it licked its own snout clean with a sniff.
Puny human. Puny little princess.
!!!
... perhaps you dare to explain to ME?
