"That wound is the last gift I can give you… you better kill me tonight because I'll surely come after you if I survive this night."
With her last remarks, Dragon raised his gaze to her retreating back. He didn't know which is much painful, his cracking heart or the burning pain in his abdomen. Nevertheless, Dragon musters all his last strength to go desperately after her. While his steps stagger to the turbulent path they heed no mind before, ironically, he could feel every uneven surface under his wound.
'No, Sera -- it's not what you think it is…'
Words he could not say earlier kept on repeating on his mind. Admittingly, her revelation shook him to the core. Yet, he bore no hate towards her.
Alas, Seraphina seemed to feel otherwise. Her gaze contains unforgiving hate, her pained expression was akin to a person having her heart ripped -- which Dragon felt.
