"Shut up."
Accompanying those words was a kick that shattered the weak bones that were Alan's jaw. David had kicked with such ferocity and annoyance that the weakened Alan could pose no defense. His steel-like bones, his steel-like skin, was useless.
The mana that once embodied his cells was on the wisp of extinguishing, and the dragon heart, despite pumping out mana in an attempt to recover the body, was being suppressed as well.
David bent down, with a snicker on his face. He looked at the shriveled youth in front of him. Once he was a proud, muscular figure but now a husk.
"Who were you even talking to?"
He questioned, but knew he would get no answer. He had sensed some fluctuations in Alan a while back and had come here, he sighed and said.
"Well, Who cares? You are going to die soon anyway, Besides..."
There was a cold glint in his eyes as the city rumbled, he had a grimace on his face as he thought.
