308 Time Progressed Unranked Magic: Last Dark

He burned the head before throwing it over to the ground. It was over. He let out heavy pants as he looked over at the decapitated body of the butler.

His head was burnt yet the horns were still visible. It wasn't another illusion, this guy which he had killed was a real demon.

Hexo's form then reverted back to normal as his scales retracted back into his body. The steam around him began to dissipate as the temperatures and cold returned to normal.

It was over. It was over and yet, he was still pissed. Why was it that the guild master and even the Bright Sword had to die? It was their fault for splitting up.

What annoyed Hexo even more was how it all happened while he was flirting with Shera. So in other words, he was at fault.

He quickly went over to their bodies, and his party followed behind, afterwords. 

At first they were speechless.

"Wow… so you were actually a Draconian…" Said Satire in disbelief