She was unaware of how much time had passed, hours? Days? Weeks? Alice only knew she had been incapacitated for what she thought to be a long time, her mind was filled with fear of fire... it was as if she was being burned alive but not at the same time.
It was horrifying, and she was unaware when she regained her reason, it took her hours to process everything, and finally stop shaking with fear, she ran away from the ball of lightning that signified Kizmal's fear. The fear of a fire she did not want to see ever again.
His home world, covered in the fire of a dragon as big as a country, a dragon covered in spikes, obsidian, and molten rock, a dragon meant for war. She puked as she recalled the fire it unleashed.
'What was that...?'
She vividly remembered the dragon's name, his titles, his figure and most importantly his presence.
'THAT is an adult dragon? That's what Azmakul is? That's what Alan and Kazikato are going to be? Or... is that a supreme?'
