The plump and vibrant organ burst like a ripe fruit, splattering juices.
The chilly wind passed through Margaret's hollow left chest.
She wanted to say something, but could only exhale painful breaths. Her body fell to the ground, her vision fading into darkness. The last thing she saw was Feria's smile, a mix of joy and sadness.
"Margaret,"
The world's first witch murmured softly.
"Goodbye."
In the distance, Harrison, engaged in battle with the dragon, suddenly felt a terrifying palpitation. He turned around only to see Feria's figure. Where was Margaret? Where was Margaret?
The heavily injured frost dragon flew towards Feria, its tail swinging and knocking Harrison, who was dumbfounded, into the marsh. He struggled to get up, disregarding Feria flying away on the dragon, and staggered towards the location of their previous fight.
Two steps, one step.
