The dragon rotated its head and spotted the kid. Smoke came out of its nostrils and mouth. The atmosphere felt heavy with extreme pressure. It flew towards the boy in slow motion and fires descended from the heavens. I didn't have any way to protect the boy or myself. But I had the crystal. It belonged to a god of ice presumably. And from what I could tell, my bag was more than just cold.
This thing will make me go crazy huh? Well, it's better than dying….
If Dick was right, I could use the crystal to make ice like that monster. I betted on that possibility.
The boy gave up all hope, fell on his knees, and looked up at the sky: Why the hell did he even bother if was going to give up halfway?
Everything was moving too slow. It was like I had an eternity of time. But then again my body moved slowly too. So the eternity wasn't really helping.
There were screams from behind me.
