The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 75: The Dragon’s Final Suns: A Requiem Kiss in the Blinded World

Then, a chuckle escaped her lips, the million voices in the coffin weeping ripples that this world silenced, failed to perceive, as she glanced up. A shadow wreathed in dying embers hovered, then the Dragon Claw slammed down.

The Dragon Claw creaked as the vampire raised her left arm for a block, her fingers and wrist bent and bleeded bloodfalls, her knees buckling under sheer pressure, as her thorned hand swung the coffin, only for the sharpened scale to shear through the screaming metal, shards of soul-tainted irons scattering like spread ashes in a sea-funeral.

Another claw swiped the sovereign, as she was launched into the sky, the slicing gusts no longer under her control as the vampire’s hand claw through the air, the feet rippling every screeches on the weighless gravity before she finally came to a halt, then realising beneath her was the town, now emptied of innocents, perception damned for the judgement of evil in the cold.

The vampire gritted her teeth as she glared back, before widening her eyes, not in awe, not in amazement, but in sheer terror as her whole body shook, the howling winds gnashing as her vision was painted pure flames, with five meteor-sized red balls, each embodying a mini-sun that would destroy the world in-half, circled around the Dragon’s flying visage, like the coming of the most violent sages. Then, a voice boomed through the sky, the coming of an iced world melding with apololypse.

<Time, Writhe, Field>

Then, the time fizzled as it steamed, as Demond’s frost crackled against the halted seconds. The Dragon’s <Time Magic> combined Dragon’s tongue hissed the blinded time into a despairing, screeching halt around the sovereign, the vampire’s eyes remained the only things that could tremble before her face received five warm embrace of the mini-suns, as her visage is melted within. The impact as they balled into the ground printed the world a new terrain, the towns evaporated as volcanoes erupted, the vampires’ bloods and fleshes serving as the nutrients. Restructure, regenerate, reblood, nothing works as she endured the heat except with sheer force of will, accompanied by clarity of the million-screeching souls inside her.

The Dragon towered over her masterpiece, the blueness from the <Blinded World> melding well with the volcanoes, even as it tremors, the fog tailor’s needles slighly cracked as the fabrics of the World tore itself apart before hastily needling the cracks with lined-gaps. Her wife must be in extreme fatigue, the Queen remarked, for she would give her a lot of love later as compensation.

"Y-you....."

A small murmur, the sound of faint ant crawling, crept up to the Dragon’s ear as she tilted her head and hovered over the half-burnt undead, her expression completely contorted, without grace, without bloodlust, only sheer, shivering disbelief, as a prey should to her annilator.

"Still alive?" Adrei admired, though the tone was not of admiration but of a surfacing dismissal. An ant’s struggle is merely interesting, but not enough to be dangled in her mind.

The sovereign trembled, her legs trembling. Every fibre of her body carried a message for her to run, to hide, yet the judge for <Blinded World> has already thrown her seat, smirked against the court, and threw the sinner to a prison of no-return.

If so, then the millions of souls...must accompany her in her demise. La Llorona gritted her teeth, frustration bubbling as chars in her throat as she stomped the ground, airs crackled as another thousands and millions mini-skulls were summoned within thorned coffins, each cackling inncence, adulthood, and elder’s pride in their screams, screeches. silence, stillness, as with a swipe of her thorned, sigiled palm, the skulls all cracked as the sovereign screamed, her eyes weeping blood as she felt her bones dissolving and liquifying without warnings.

The fog tailors frayed in the frosts as Adrei’s eyes narrowed, the blueness of the World now blinking like heartbeats stretched, yet her wife’s smirk must have still remained despite her faltering. The Dragon would not allow the Witch’s greatest glory to survive for long, however, as her wife’s well-being must come first.

Then,the sovereign’s bones cracked, then the coffins answered. blood-gelled wings spread. Her red hairs frayed into a million threads that spread like red roots, each containing a suffering undone, a soul unreleased from the coffins, as her eyes were covered with a liquided blindfold, the edge fraying with volcanic steams. Demond’s frost shuttered at the appearance of another otherwordly threat, yet the wept blood did not even taint a drop red on the fabric of the <Blinded World>. A blind justice, a blind vengance, unfolded as it folded itself into a forceful existence that would not last long. An unprepared vessel for unprepared power, here to match against an unprepared threat.

The Dragon narrowed her eyes; the fray in the frosts was quicker, melting faster. The next blow will be final. She will have no mercy, no hesitation, no pity, just as an annihilator would to her kin, for she determined pity is the most disrespect to the one who once sought out peace and came back in vengance, and this weakling deserved even the least of that.

And so, Adrei gathered flames into her breaths before a wildfire of exitence’s extinction unfurled. Blood-gel wings scattered as they fluttered afloat, before the vampire’s palm crashed into the breath. Souls extinguished within each milisecond; each silk of her hair ignited as her flesh unfurled, unweaved, then reshaped itself anew. A slight pushback to the flame, the sovereign’s banging mind retorted her desperation, she could succeeed she assumed.

Yet, the judge who was supposed to leave her seat smirking, casted upon her final glance, as for a moment, her lips curled into itself before frosted dusts manifested, unbothered by the scorching heat that would reenvelop the World anew, as icicles manifested into the vampire’s tongue, slicing through even her scream of pain.

The fog tailors finally unravelled with a groan, as their needles disintegrated. The Dragon’s fire breath retracted, the embers dissipating steams that once scorched the air, as the <Blinded World> faltered. Within the unperceived World unfurling its curtain, the heavens vomited out a sinner, as a lone, charred figure glistened reds tears that froze as frosts, her wings baptised under fires that massacred evils, her hairs no longer silks but mere tarred greyness, as every drop of souls have left her in peace. The falling figure within the blinking, dissipating world was like a fallen angel on her last quest before realising her final destination is not home, not hell, but an abyss that would sink her mind into nothingness.

Then <Blinded World> finally unfolded its curtain, blueness revealed to fogs as the fabrics were shed, and the World may finally see again. Adrei narrowed her eyes, her claws, body, limbs and bones shrinking until it returned to her human form, as she glanced afar, not for the charred weakling, but for her wife now wobbling towards her, here in this desecrated mansion ground. Her plump lips bleeded bloods that splintered into frosts, her mana leaking from the frosty trails as her bare steps gritted against the uneven ice. Adrei frowned, before walking, each step to her beloved a heavier weight on her heart, much heavier than the sovereign’s thorned coffin on her arms.

The Dragon Queen stopped as she glanced down, meeting the witch’s smiling, snarky gaze she was all too familiar with, before a saddened smile marred the Queen’s face, the bloodlust subsiding as her scale hissed steam as it tried to calm the andrenaline. "I’m sorry for going overboard."

The witch raised her brows, her throat too muddled with blood to speak as she shook her head, before returning with a smirk of her own. As if my magic couldn’t endure a mere dragon’s heated session, that smirk practically murmured in Dragon’s ear.

The Dragon chuckled, before she leaned down, her heated breath hitting the witch’s cheek, before her lips crashed down to meet hers in a passionate kiss, which the Witch jolted a little before returning in kind. Each swirl of the tongue implanted <Time Magic> into the witch’s mouth, her throat loosening with every drink of the Dragon’s saliva, the scent of iron mixing, then remixing into a healed passion between two lovers, before Adrei sunk in and devoured her lips one more time, and pulling away, the thread of saliva linking to the blushing Witch a testament of their shared bonds in-between world, space and time.

"Can you speak now, my wife?" The Dragon held her wife’s chin, calmness finally returning within the tyrant’s blood, satisfied with the dominance of something more cute and adoring.

"...you always have to ruin a perfectly epic moment, don’t you?" The witch grumbled as her husband laughed, before her tired frame leaned into the Dragon Queen’s grasp.

The final battle that determines Rouen’s fate ended not in a sorrowful scream but in a tender embrace.