Engulfed in pain, I can't see anything. Once again, I have lost those I yearned to share my life with.
Why is this my fate?
Suddenly, George lowered me from his shoulders. His hands, trembling, wiped the blood from my face.
Yet, a peculiar sensation washed over me, akin to warm sunlight bathing my face. The agony in my eyes gradually subsided.
Could he possess a healing demon instinct?
When he removed his hands from my face, I dared to open my eyes. I could see. Everything was visible, yet the sight that greeted me was not one I wished to behold upon regaining my vision.
I saw George smear his own face with the dragon blood he had wiped from mine.
"You guys go ahead," George declared.
"I won't run. We will fight."
I yearned to fight alongside him. I couldn't bear to lose anyone else.
Suddenly, my sister, Hilde, seized my hand, her body trembling. I caught a glimpse of George's faint smile.
