He flew through the air on his newly acquired beast. It was massive—its black wings spread wide, glowing red veins flowing through them like pulsing rivers. Its eyes burned with red light. Kael sat calmly on its back, arms crossed, thinking about everything that had happened.
He took a deep breath and muttered,
"Fine, old man… I'll do you this favor."
He'd understood what needed to be done.
He had to kill all the heroes and save this world.
After a while, he caught up to Liz and the others. He leaped off the dragon and landed on Cyrus. Liz pulled him into a hug and started healing him without saying a word. Caius looked better now—he was sitting up properly. His face was still pale, but now he was able to talk again. Aria looked shocked.
"You… you actually won?" Aria said, her eyes wide.
Kael nodded once. "Yeah."
"But… that fast? How?" she asked, confused.
He shrugged. "The heroes are strong, but not that strong."
