"So, you’ve finally come around?"

The Dragon Emperor addressed Hilda with a sly smile.

His tone was relaxed, even playful, as if mocking the grim spectacle before him.

Hilda’s expression twisted with rage.

"Spare me your pointless chatter and leave."

Her voice was coarse, strained—unrecognizable from its former grace.

"Your voice is in quite a state."

The Dragon Emperor chuckled, stepping back slightly.

Hilda’s new body was pieced together from the remnants of slain monsters.

It was a patchwork of corrupted flesh, held together by condensed demonic energy.

Though the raw power of her reconstructed form far surpassed that of …