With each breath came the pause, getting wider and wider by the second. I couldn't feel my pulse anymore. The same had happened before. But it wasn't over yet. The dragon was yet to be dead. Xerphas was still moving. "But Ashirnae said-"It tried to get up with its shaky legs.
"Unfortunately Ashirnae isn't all-knowing." I got up, coated the mystic blade in cold light on my right hand and my other sword on my left transparent hand. Xerphas was almost up. It had a hole in its chest with my knife sticking out. But it wasn't dead.
