The air whistled through Alfred's ear. He was alive. His eyes opened and on his sight the corpse from his enemy. The blue eyed white dragon. He didn't felt any cold as before but the snow kept falling and so he looked his hand. Parts of it were corroded by his spell.
He tried to talk but only gasps and mutters left his mouth. He touched his neck. This was as well all corroded by the blood rain. He didn't know how he survived. The last thing on his mind was a happy feeling of being able to stop the dragon by giving his life to cast another of that spell.
He was feeling good physically and his clothes were as well destroyed. But it was time to go home. He was glad that he could see his family once again. His wife. His children. He was missing even his butler Thomas after all of this.
