"I'm just as bad as them..." Mark whispered after a couple of silent minutes. "I'll be killing you now, kay?" He said as he slowly stood up.
The Ex-General of the Tyrs had long accepted his fate.
The amount of blood leaving his body had diminished. There wasn't much blood left after all.
Barely conscious, he simply lay there.
A peculiar emotion filled his mind.
'I'm glad...'
The white-scaled Monster took a step closer.
'That strength, that Aura, the Magic Types used... The emptiness in those eyes, the madness, the darkness...'
And another step closer.
'It let my whip and lightning hit. How perverse...The curiosity to know what it feels like... The curiosity and desire to experience the pain they inflict... Childish curiosity. Bottomless...'
The white-scaled Monster placed its foot on the Ex-General's head.
