Driven to madness by wrath, Sunny was forcing his mangled body to move. His mind was muddled by fury and pain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up, for some reason.
An inferno of dark, malignant rage was consuming his aching heart.
'No, no, no!'
The dragon… the hateful worm… was laying dead on the wet stones, stolen from him. Silver blood was pouring from his opened maw and obliterated eye, slowly spreading across the ruined courtyard. If only there had been more time... if only no one had interfered in their fight... Sunny would have been able to slay the Dread Lord himself. He knew he would.
But the dragon was gone.
And now that he was gone, Sunny's suffocating fury needed a new target.
'Kill, kill them… kill them all… I'll kill them…'
