Shan Yifeng rolled backward, boots slicing a shallow arc through the grass before he bounced back to his feet in one fluid, practiced motion.
His eyes locked onto her.
"Angie?! What the hell?!"
She strolled forward through the haze, unhurried, almost playful.
"There's no 'we', it's just going to be me," she purred, lips curled into a soft smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Shan Yifeng's hands snapped into motion, fingers weaving through the air, carving invisible sigils with surgical precision.
His gaze sharpened into cold fury.
"Unbelievable… You were waiting for this moment, weren't you?"
"You are a fool, you know. And I thought you'd be wiser." she said, voice as light as silk, "Dragon Armor."
The last two words echoed like the toll of a war bell.
A shimmer of golden scales cascaded across Angie's body, locking into place with a grinding hiss as her Dragon Armor took form, metal forged of soul power and bloodline.
