The Hydra roared, its voice telling everyone about the dragon's anger at this newcomer.
Thomas didn't care about the Hydra. He touched Iris. There was no more wheezing. His body was icy cold and stiff.
His heart sank, there were thousands of invisible needles stabbing in there. Thomas gently grabbed Iris' neck, checking her pulse.
Is she dead?
"You killed her," Thomas muttered coldly, as the black shadow enlarged, shaped like a Hydra and flapping its wings in the attack. The Hydra spewed its flames fiercely at Thomas and Iris.
Thomas laid Iris back on the bamboo couch, his eyes on the old woman who had died not far away. The Prince's right hand moved to touch Iris's and brought it to her cheek. "Forgive me."
Iris didn't answer. The pale and stiff face couldn't answer anymore, couldn't even smile anymore.
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I'm late."
