'Use this to kill him, slit his neck, slice him in half, stab him in the heart–just do something with it so his blood gets splashed!' Linkle's words still rang in Raven's ears as he watched the steel dragon's hand squeezing the life out of the little girl. He'd done his part and yet the creature kept going, refusing to let up even as his body was decaying.
"Help me one more time, will you?" Not entirely sure to whom he'd made that wish to, Raven grew a pair of wings and flew towards the scaly hand trying to drown the fox-girl. In that spectre of time, as he darted to the creature, his body erupted from within with a flood of darkness lent to him by a higher creature. The dark fairy form–the very same he'd forced out with Arche had taken over his real body and grabbed the dragon's hand from underneath.
