Diana's Scheme

"!!!", Dylan.

"!!!", Behemoth.

Diana Ritchell did not leave the Behemoth waiting for a long time. After introducing herself, her words were carried by the malevolent waves of the wind. Black hair glided smoothly behind her as she looked down at the Behemoth as if it was far beneath her.

She, both a woman and pregnant, was now looking down at the beast who had never put her into mind. But she was no lily that needed protecting as Dylan thought nor was she a pebble that could easily be trampled over like the behemoth initially thought–no. She was a tree, strong and proud no matter how much wind she would attract.

She was a female alpha, Diana Ritchell, and she would take the Behemoth's head one way or another.

Raising her right hand, hundreds of thousands of fireballs appeared in the sky. It was the size of a human skull, but every fireball carried the mighty Nirvana Flame. The colossal flame sword made of Nirvana Flame was still hovering over the stupefied Behemoth and its tip still po