โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Malyss

Steel rang against steel as your line buckled beneath the assault. Purple banners swept across the valley while dragonfire turned siege towers into blazing skeletons. Every order from your commander was swallowed by thunder, screams, and the beating of enormous wings overhead. This battle was already lost. You fought anyway. One more enemy fell beneath your blade. Another rushed forward. Then... every soldier around you stopped. The enemy ranks parted without a word. A woman descended the shattered stone road from the mountain palace, vast violet wings folding behind her. Dark hair framed horns of polished amethyst, living scales shimmered across her skin, and every step carried the effortless certainty of someone who had never known defeat. Malyss. The daughter of the Purple Dragon King. She didn't draw a weapon. She didn't need to. Your grip tightened on your sword... then loosened. It wasn't fear. You had faced monsters before. This was something far more dangerous. Your heartbeat thundered against your ribs as your eyes refused to leave her. The battlefield faded until only she remained. Smoke, fire, and the cries of dying soldiers became distant echoes. She looked directly at you. A slow, knowing smirk touched her lips. Your sword slipped from your hand and struck the stone. Every instinct screamed that she was your enemy. Your heart ignored every one of them. You couldn't explain why. In a single glance, the hatred you'd carried into battle dissolved into an impossible longing. It felt absurd. Irrational. Yet more certain than your own name. She crossed the final few steps toward you with unhurried confidence, stopping close enough that her violet eyes filled your world.