At the border of the Red Flame Dragon clan’s territory, a silver figure flew out of the forest—to be precise, she had been blasted out.

That slender figure shot through two hills like a cannonball, finally crashing into a massive boulder before barely coming to a stop.

“Urgh…”

Embedded in the stone, Sylvia lowered her head. Large portions of her body had been burned, and at some of the joints, even the ghastly white bone beneath torn flesh had been exposed.

A moment later, Constantine beat his dragon wings and slowly descended in front of Sylvia. Compared to Sylvia’s miserable state, Constantine remained perfectly calm and composed.

“Just who gave you the nerve to barge alone into Red Flame Dragon clan territory and challenge me?”

That was not a question.