Beach Episode

Today was a beautiful day! 

A bright yellow sun shone in a cloudless blue sky, illuminating this beautiful beach with a pleasant warmth and light, not too hot, not too cold.

The sea was calm, a big bright blue blanket reflecting sunlight, as the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the rocks and sand calmed me down, giving me a certain feeling of peace.

Which was welcome, the recent days have been hectic! I would love to nap and rest in this wonderful setting. 

Would I risk dying by sunlight without realizing it? Yes! However, how many times will I have the chance to visit such a marvelous place?

Noir, Rubrum, and the sisters would love this place. I can imagine us swimming and playing next to the water and working together to build a big sandcastle.

Speaking of the sand, it was soft and slightly wet from the waves; my boots sunk and rose with little resistance, leaving a trail of footprints behind.

Today is a beautiful day and nothing could ruin that! Except, of course, the smell of burning flesh coming from the flaming remains of corpses next to me, victims of the purple-scaled dragon that standing behind me.

I cannot blame the dragon, the first impression we had of her might not have been the best. Being arrogant, yelling at One, telling her to run, and calling me a false dragon, but I feel like she is not that bad.

One watched me confused by what I was doing. What must be going through her head? I imagine some questions like 'Who is this person with the metal arm? How did he and Alan meet?' Alternatively, something like that.

Why did you and your sisters have to get involved in this kind of thing? You are still young and have a long life ahead of you. 

Children should play and learn, not fight cruel dictators and their armies or try to open legendary magical gates. I think it is too late now; we are heading towards Cathedral City, and it is too late to turn back now.

Changing the subject, the man walking towards me right now. Bartas, a man seven feet tall, about forty years old with fair weathered skin, long pale blond hair combed back and reaching the back of his neck.

He wore a large brown cloak that covered the upper half of his body but did little to hide his lower half, where I saw he wore the standard armor of the lords' soldiers.

However, his most striking feature was his large metallic right arm. Made of black metal, the arm had metal spikes on the knuckles. In addition, the tip of each finger ended in claws. 

Do I need to say what his weapon of choice is, do I?

Despite promising a fight to the death against him, I do not know anything about Bartas in the end. Caerula had good opinions about him, but I question his loyalty to the lords, as he helped me escape Cathedral City.

So what makes Bartas different from everyone I have faced so far? He looks confident he can take me on. 

Are you strong? He asked that question to me so long ago. I hate unknown elements! 

What makes him so confident? Magic? Physical ability? Some OP anime skill? Everything together? Well, it does not matter. He is in front of me and I only see one way to find out.

"Alan, what are you doing? Who is this man?" One yelled behind me.

"Don't worry, One! I know this man, his name is Bartas, I made him a promise a long time ago, and today I intend to fulfill it!" I answered without turning around.

"What kind of promise?" One asked with noticeable worry.

"I promised that we will fight to the death! One of us will not get out of here alive!"

"What?!? Let me help you!" One exclaimed.

I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, but a loud crash echoed across the beach, pushing back some of the waves and creating a sand cloud that passed over me.

Turning my head, I saw the dragon using her tail to block One's path.

"What are you doing?!?" One yelled at the dragon.

"I'm not stopping you for your safety. I want to see what the false dragon is capable of, I want to know if he is worthy of carrying even a fraction of the power of our proud race. And even though he's a false dragon, he still has a bit of a dragon in him, dragons are proud beings, and we don't like other people meddling in our fights." The purple dragon said to One with amusement in her voice.

I noticed One looking at me worriedly from behind the dragon's tail, her gaze flickering between the dragon and me. 

I gave her a reassuring smile, which I think only made her more worried. Meh! I cannot do anything at the moment but return to my advance.

"If it serves as consolation, I have no problem with the girl or the dragon. I had orders to kill her along with her sisters, but I can ignore that as long as she doesn't meddle in our affairs." Bartas said, approaching me, his armored boots leaving footprints on the beach with loud creaks.

"Don't worry; you won't even get the chance to do that." I said, cocking my head to the side while closing my eyes and smiling amiably at Bartas. A smile that went from ear to ear, showing all my teeth.

"Hump! You seem confident that you can defeat me." Bartas replied, cracking his knuckles and making his metallic arm glint in the sunlight.

"There will be nothing left for the funeral when I am done with you" I cracked my knuckles too, making the yellow lines on my arms glow brighter.

"Oh! These are brave words for someone about to die! But you wouldn't be the first to say that to me." Bartas replied, stepping closer.

"Believe me, I'm serious! Nevertheless, I would like you to answer a few questions before we start killing each other. Why did you help me escape even though you served Caerula and why do you want to fight me so badly?"

Bartas looked up, pondering his answer.

"If you are expecting a monologue or the story of my life then you will be disappointed, as there is no complex reason for me to serve Caerula or fight you. I just want to fight because it makes me feel something and makes me happy. I only followed Caerula because she is the person who found me and I hopped to find someone who would give me a challenge. I wonder if you are that someone."

"I promise not to disappoint." I bowed playfully.

"I hope so."

Therefore, we kept approaching but I could not help but laugh when a thought crossed my mind. 

"Hahaha!"

"Oh! What's so funny?" Bartas asked with a curious smile.

"Nothing, it is just the thought that until today I've never hit someone with all my might. I wonder if you can handle it."

Bartas and I stood face-to-face less than six feet apart.

"Why don't you come over here and find out? Ready to have your wings plucked angel?" Bartas asked with a cocky grin, pulling his fist back.

"Better take it easy old man; you might end up hurting your back." I returned the smile with my own as I pulled my fist back.

We delivered our attacks, two punches moving with blinding speed, tearing the air in two dark blurs. 

Our blows met in the center of the beach, Bartas's metallic fist colliding against mine. A powerful metallic crack echoed across the beach, creating a gale and blowing up a sand cloud.

"You are alive? Maybe it won't be so disappointing in the end." Bartas smiled lightly in surprise.

"I could say the same; you didn't turn into a red stain on the ground." I responded with a smile.

We pulled our fists back again and traded blows, creating a barrage of punches, each strike becoming almost invisible to the normal human eye, but I was not human and I was not normal.

Our fists looked like blurs that collided repeatedly in the air, each blow generating a bang accompanied by a shock wave, throwing sand and forcing the sea waves away. 

This exchange continued for quite a while, neither of us got an advantage as we always blocked each other's blows.

"Not bad, but how long can you go on like this?" Bartas asked, stomping the ground and raising a sand cloud with a shock wave.

I covered my eyes but I glimpsed a metallic fist crossing the sand cloud and heading towards my face.

I immediately transformed into darkness, dodging the punch that created a whirlwind, and slid across the floor toward Bartas. It seemed he did not notice me, so I returned to my physical form next to his feet and landed a hook on his chin.

Bartas' eyes widened in surprise before my fist collided with his jaw, knocking his feet off the ground, and making a loud bone-crunching noise echo across the beach.

However, I did not stop my attack. I landed another punch to the center of Bartas's face as soon as he touched the ground, his jaw hanging loosely with blood running from his mouth while his nose broke with little resistance.

Bartas flew to the other side of the beach, repeatedly slamming against the ground until he hit his back against the rocks. Slowly, Bartas slid down until he sat on the ground with his jaw almost severed from his head; nose crushed and blood pouring all over his face.

Bartas stood there in total silence without moving. I won, did he die? Hm… That was too easy and there is something wrong here.

"Bartas! What are you doing standing there?!? Stop playing and get up! Take this guy seriously!" The fairy accompanying Bartas shouted across the beach.

However, Bartas did not react.

"He won?" One, still held back by the dragon, asked as a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"Not yet. I can hear that man breathing." The dragon answered.

I focused on Bartas' chest after hearing what the dragon said. I saw it rising and falling. Therefore, he is still alive. Better, get this over with. 

I pointed my right index finger at Bartas as magic built up in my fingertip and then fired a magic projectile toward him.

The black and red projectile sliced through the air before hitting Bartas' head, creating a huge explosion accompanied by a shock wave, leaving only a smoke cloud.

Know what? It is better to be sure!

I created another projectile on my fingertip and fired before the smoke cloud dissipated and showed me what was left of Bartas. A second explosion occurred, and I fired again repeatedly.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Projectile after projectile created explosion after explosion. I thought it was enough after a good few seconds of non-stop shooting. 

Therefore, I turned away and walked towards One and the Dragon. I saw both of them giving me surprised looks with open mouths and wide eyes.

"What?" I asked, opening my arms.

"Don't you think you overdid it a bit?" One asked hesitantly with sweat trickling down her forehead.

"Not bad, false dragon. Perhaps you are not a disgrace to all dragons after all." The purple dragon said with an amused smile while chuckling.

"What can I say? I'm glad I didn't disappoint." I shrugged while smiling slightly. However, my smile died as soon as I heard a gruff voice behind me.

"Hey… Where are you going? This fight… This fight is not over…"

Holy shit! 

Turning around, I saw Bartas, or what remained of him, walking out of the smoke. His right arm was gone, leaving only a ragged stump of skin, muscle, and bone sticking out as it sprayed blood, staining the sand red.

The left side of his face disappeared, revealing his bloodstained white skull with one eyeball hanging out of its socket, but it fell to the ground a few seconds later. 

His hair burned away, leaving only scorched strands on a head covered in burned skin.

His robe and part of his chest plate melted, revealing the inside of his ribcage, showing rows of broken ribs and pierced organs. The remains of the organs oozed towards the ground in a red, fleshy mess.

The only part of Bartas that appeared to be unharmed was his metal arm. What the hell was that thing made of?!?

"How are you still alive? Know what? It does not matter! I saw enough strange things in this world and I should not be impressed. Anyway, that is enough, Bartas, look at you, you lost." I spoke to the walking corpse in front of me.

"No… It only ends… It only ends when one of us is dead…" Bartas said with difficulty, slowly walking towards me.

"Hm… If that's what you want." I pointed my finger at Bartas again, this time aiming for his head.

"Bartas! What happened to you?!? Stop it and regenerate already!" The fairy screamed.

Regenerate? Like anime regeneration?

To my surprise, I saw what the faerie meant. The best way I can explain it is that steam rose from Bartas's wounds and slowly, very slowly, his wounds closed. 

The bones grew and connected in the right places, and the organs rebuilt and pulsed with life, blood, veins, muscles, and skin all returned to their place. Skin and muscle covered Bartas's skull in a burst of steam as a new eye popped within his socket. 

The eye rotated in its place before focusing on me. Bartas' hair grew back and the burned skin healed, as if my magic never burned it. Finally, his right arm grew too, similarly to the rest of his body. 

It did not even look as if Bartas almost died earlier, and his destroyed armor was the only sign that he received any damage.

"You bastard, I didn't know you had the power of a dragon! This just got interesting!" Bartas yelled with a maddened look and a toothy smile before charging towards me in a burst of speed, his metallic fist gleaming in the sunlight. 

I fired more projectiles toward him, but Bartas slapped each one away with his metal arm, creating explosions in the sand and water in the distance.

Bartas leaped as soon as he got close and dove towards me, trying to punch me in the head. I immediately revealed my wings and flapped them, taking flight and dodging Bartas' blow.

The entire beach shook and a crater formed where the punch hit as sand flew in all directions. Wasting no time, I accumulated magic at the tip of each finger and fired a shower of projectiles toward the crater.

The projectiles fell in a rain of magic similar to shooting stars as dozens of explosions occurred when they hit their target. 

Everything went silent for a moment until the smoke cleared and a blur jumped out of the crater, heading towards me. It was Bartas, his body mangled but already regenerating. 

Bartas jumping that high and fast surprised me, so I reacted slowly when he grabbed my head with his metallic arm and held me towards the ground as we fell.

"Hahaha! What else can you do?!? Show me!" Bartas shouted with a maniacal smile.

This man is crazy! Although I cannot judge, after all, I cannot consider myself completely sane after everything I have been through. 

I saw the ground approaching out of the corner of my eye. I transformed into darkness, escaping Bartas' grasp as soon as we stood a few feet from the beach.

Bartas' face contorted in confusion as I disappeared from his hands. He landed on the beach with a bang, creating a big hole in the ground while I landed safely behind him. 

I returned to my physical form before Bartas got up and created a projectile on the tip of each finger of my right hand. Then I grabbed Bartas by the back of his neck and dug the fingers of my right hand into his back, firing the projectiles.

Bartas screamed in pain as his body swelled, his flesh expanded outwards, forming large blisters and a strong light shone beneath his skin, being visible to everyone. 

His body swelled until his flesh could not hold it anymore, then...

BOOM!

Bartas' right side exploded in a shower of blood and guts, half of his torso, and his entire head disappeared, leaving only his metallic arm, hip, and legs intact.

What remained of the body fell to the ground with a wet thud, but steam seeped out of the wounds. I saw the bones and organs slowly returning to normal, but they regenerated slower than before.

Excellent! I am dealing with a homunculus from a certain alchemy anime! How many times do I have to kill this guy before he stops regenerating? 

Moreover, the worst part is, that I do not have anything here to destroy him. Should I bury him in the sand? Crush him with rocks? Drown him in the sea? I doubt this will work! I can only rely on my fists and magic!

I kept shooting projectiles at the regenerating body, ripping off even more flesh and bone. The wounds closed right away, but they regenerated slower and slower. I could not get past his regeneration yet but made some progress.

Suddenly, Bartas' body got up and shot towards me. I continued my attack with a mixture of surprise and disgust, but Bartas' body regenerated in the middle of his advance.

Smiling widely, Bartas threw a powerful punch in my direction. I crossed my arms in front of my face, blocking the bone-shaking blow, but flew backward due to the strength of the attack.

I spread my wings, stopping my flight, but stayed open for Bartas's next strike. I saw doubled for a moment as I received a hard punch to the side of the head. It looked like there were several Bartas in front of me, unfortunately, I could not recover in time to dodge or block the next blow.

I felt my hat flying off my head and the sunlight burning me. Great, now I am on a time limit!

A series of punches hit me in the head and my face burned. Left and right, left and right, punch after punch as my head turned sideways. I felt blood trickling down my mouth and some teeth coming out of place.

I flapped my wings, throwing myself backward and away from Bartas. I had a few seconds of freedom to recover when I felt my feet on the ground. Slowly, my vision returned to normal, just in time to see Bartas's punch coming towards my face again.

I moved faster this time and ducked under the punch, grabbing Bartas's arm, throwing him over my head, and slamming his body against the ground. I heard his bones crack upon impact, but still holding his metal arm; I threw him over my head and slammed him repeatedly against the beach.

The outline of Bartas' body formed on the sand next to a bloodstain and his bones broke loudly with each impact. Blood dripped from his mouth as I used him like a doll.

With a final swing, I stomped on his head, cracking Bartas' skull as blood spurted from his eyes and ears. Therefore, still stepping on his head, I grabbed Bartas' metallic arm with both hands and pulled it with all my might.

The metal creaked and popped as I applied more strength. I had a theory; if Bartas has a metal arm then it means he cannot regrow his left arm, which means something in this world can stop his regeneration. In addition, I would like to deprive him of his weapon of choice.

With another pull, I felt something loosening, and to my surprise, it was not the arm breaking apart, but coming off from Bartas' body. What the hell is this thing made of?

Blood gushed from the area where the arm connected to the body; I also realized that the metallic arm included a chest plate above Bartas's heart. I kept pulling and slowly, the arm started to come off.

"NO!" With a scream of rage, Bartas' eyes widened underneath my boot as he grabbed my leg with his remaining hand. 

It felt like my leg would break in his bone-crushing grip as he pulled me sideways, causing me to free his arm.

"That was dangerous, but fun." Bartas muttered before slamming me repeatedly against the ground. 

I became the rag doll this time, it felt like my bones would break with each blow. With a final swing, Bartas slammed my face against the ground. Then I felt a foot on my back and two hands gripping my wings, meanwhile, the sunlight still burned me.

"Mind if I return the favor?" Bartas asked before pulling my wings. The pain was horrible; it was the worst thing I felt in my life.

"Hey, Bartas! Take it easy! We have to get the girl and him alive to the Lords!" The fairy screamed.

"I don't mind taking the girl! However, this person, we will only stop when one of us is dead!" Bartas shouted with disturbing.

He enjoyed this very much! Is he one of those anime characters addicted to fighting? I felt Bartas pull my wings even harder and I could not hold back a pained cry.

"Enough!" One screamed.

I saw the red-eyed girl giving me a worried look, she wanted to help, but the dragon stopped her.

The dragon, on the other hand, looked at me doubtfully, I think. It sounded like a mixture of pride and disappointment. Did the dragon expect me to do something?

"Give it up, girl! Bartas loves fighting strong people, the only thing that makes him smile! Once it starts, it only stops when the opponent is dead!" The fairy screamed.

One flinched at that statement, her gaze switching between the dragon and me. Damn it, what have I gotten myself into? I should have stayed in Lyllenas. Well, One is worried sick and the dragon seems to expect something from me, better get it over with. I still have one more trick that I have not tried.

I morphed into darkness, breaking out of Bartas' grip, and slid beneath his feet, Bartas looked at me in confusion before lifting his feet and trying to stomp me.

I "pointed" both of my hands upwards; accumulating magic on each fingertip then used a similar but more powerful attack than the one I used in the Coliseum.

I showed the result of all that time training when I fired a gigantic blast of magic toward the heavens. A huge pillar of black and red energy pierced the clouds and Bartas stood at the center of it.

"AAAHHH!" Bartas screamed as his body burned amid my attack. 

His armor melted into bright orange goo that oozed down his body while his skin burned, revealing scalded muscles, his hair caught fire until nothing remained; his eyes melted from their sockets as his lips incinerated, leaving only his charred teeth.

Bartas stood static, letting out a low and repetitive hiss when I stopped my attack. I thought he would fall to the ground until steam came out of his body again, so I continued my attack.

Bartas raised his fist, trying to hit me in my dark form, but I sent a second magic blast skyward.

"AAAHHH!" Bartas screamed again.

His muscles faded away, revealing the bones beneath it, his armor became shreds clinging to his body while his blood evaporated as soon as it left his veins.

I stopped my attack again, it got hard to continue, I used too much magic, and soon I would have to go back to using my fists. However, Bartas regenerated again. 

Attack after attack, blast after blast, I slowly turned Bartas' body into ash; my magic consuming his form with each strike, burning his flesh away.

I continued my attack again...

Again...

And again...

Finally, I scrambled out from under Bartas and slid close to One and the Dragon, keeping them behind me.

I returned to my physical form while breathing heavily. That is it, I could not use my magic anymore, and I could not manifest my wings, transform into darkness, or launch projectiles. I do not know what to do if this guy has one more trick up his sleeve

What remained of Bartas stood still like a statue, he looked like a skeleton covered in charred pieces of flesh, but that damned metal arm was intact.

"Hey... Why... Why did you stop... I am still... I'm still standing..." Bartas mumbled, slowly walking towards me as his body barely regenerated.

"Standing? Look at you, you can barely walk." I replied, trying to recover.

"It doesn't... It does not matter... I want to continue... Nevertheless, tell me... What are you?" Bartas murmured.

"I am a Gestalt."

"Gestalt? Gestalt... Gestalt... That word is familiar to me... Project Gestalt... Where have I heard that name before? I do not... I cannot remember... What the hell... It does not matter... Let's continue..." Bartas advanced.

"Are you sure? Because I am sure that, I did something, right. You are regenerating slower and slower, I think you won't return if I continue."

"I... I am also surprised... No one... No one has ever hurt me like this... Tell me... What's your name?"

"Alan."

"Alan? Such a common name... I will remember you... Alan..."

"You say that like you're going to beat me."

"That is because I will beat you!" Bartas screamed in fury, charging towards me with heavy steps that shook the ground and threw sand in the air. 

Maybe it was one last power boost, but Bartas regenerated faster as he ran toward me, he almost looked like new.

I charged Bartas without wasting time. Therefore, we returned to where it all started, the center of the beach. Our fists collided again, creating a shock wave, but weaker than before, I think we are both near the end.

The sleeve of my coat blew away, revealing my skin to the sunlight; steam escaped my arm as it burned. I clenched my teeth in pain, but I had to endure it.

Bartas spun his body, trying to kick me on the side of the head, but I blocked the blow with my right arm. 

Then grabbed his leg, spinning him above my head and slamming him against the ground, creating a crater and making blood fly out of his mouth, but Bartas laughed with a bloody grin.

I tried to stomp Bartas's head, which smile pissed me off, but he rolled out of the way and tripped me, knocking me to the ground. Then I felt a weight on my chest, Bartas sat on top of me, using his legs to trap my arms.

Then he delivered a series of punches on my head, each blow felt like a sledgehammer trying to crush my skull. My teeth loosened and my nose almost broke as blood trickled out of my mouth and my vision blurred.

"AAAHHH!" With a scream of fury, I used all the strength I had left to get up and head-butt Bartas in the chin, taking him off me.

I saw Bartas playing with something inside his mouth, and then he spat something on the floor, half of his tongue. 

Bartas opened his mouth, showing me the steam coming from the wound site, but as I noticed before, it got slower, almost stopping.

Bartas tried to get up, but I threw myself against his chest, knocking him to the ground and landing a series of punches on his face, sinking his head into the ground.

Nevertheless, Bartas laughed, even though a barrage of punches hit him, and that frustrated me.

"Why are you laughing?" I screamed in his face.

"Hahaha!" Bartas laughed from the top of his lungs, his manic laughter echoing through the beach.

"What is so funny?!?" I demanded through my blows, each punch knocking out teeth and crushing Bartas's skull into a bloody mess.

"Hahaha!" However, he did not stop laughing.

Gritting my teeth in rage, I stopped my attack and pulled Bartas up, leveling his face with mine.

"Listen here, you bastard! I am about to kill you! Do you want to die like that?!? Why are you doing this? What is so funny that you can't stop laughing?!?" I screamed into Bartas' face as I shook him.

The smile on Bartas' face disappeared for a moment, and a thoughtful look came over his face. Then Bartas gave me an answer that surprised me.

"I am doing it because I have nothing else to lose." Bartas said seriously, his madness disappearing while a void took over his eyes.

"Nothing?" I asked.

"I don't have friends, family, home, or anything like that. I do not have any memory of my parents or my homeland... I have nothing... The only thing that makes me feel anything is fighting... Fighting until something kills me... And apparently, I'll get what I always wanted." Bartas replied with a sad smile.

"Do you feel emptiness in your chest? Do you feel lost, not knowing what to do?" I asked Bartas.

"I feel it every day of my life." Bartas replied.

Damn it! I stared into Bartas' eyes for a while, and it was like looking into a mirror. Was this what I almost became?

"Well, it looks like you'll get what you've always wanted, indeed..." I raised my fist again, preparing my final attack.

Bartas's smile widened in anticipation.

Therefore, I launched my attack...

"BARTAS!"

BOOM!

"AAAHHH!"

"ALAN!"

I cannot say what happened. I heard the fairy screaming, I saw a bright light coming towards me and felt a sharp pain followed by an explosion sending me away.

SPLASH!

I felt my back hitting the sea and the water enveloping me, luckily, I stood in the shallows, but the sunlight made my body boil. I saw the fairy who accompanied Bartas stop beside him while yelling in panic.

"Come on Bartas! Do not just stand there! Get rid of him while you can!"

Slowly, Bartas stood up and looked around in confusion, before his startled eyes focused on me. Steam covered Bartas' body as he returned to normal, and then, he stood there, looking at his hands in horror.

That is until he laughed.

"Hahahaha!"

Bartas laughed as if he had heard the best joke in the world.

"Hahaha! I was... I was so close... Everything I ever wanted... I could already see the other side!" Bartas screamed.

"Bartas! Stop laughing and..." 

However, the fairy never finished, as Bartas squashed him with the palms of both hands as if he were a mosquito.

"THIS IS YOUR ENTIRE FAULT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS?!? A WORTHY ADVERSARY?!? WHEN WILL I GET THE NEXT CHANCE?!?" Bartas shouted down at the faerie's crushed remains in his hands.

"Enough!" One screamed, and then the red-eyed girl appeared in my field of vision, running towards Bartas.

"Hey, are you strong?" Bartas asked emotionlessly as he turned to One.

Shit! I tried to get up, but I felt a sharp pain in my right side. My vision darkened and I saw flashes.

Bartas punched One away, the girl got up, trying to punch Bartas, only for him to grab her fist, punch her in the stomach, and throw her away to the ground where she stood without moving.

"How shameful, an adult hitting a little girl!" The dragon screamed.

It became difficult to understand what happened, I bordered on unconsciousness. I felt the whole beach shaking while the sounds of fighting hammered my ears.

I saw Bartas punching the dragon's head, breaking one of its fangs, the tip falling next to One. 

Everything went dark again, and when my vision returned, I saw One covered in magical energy and with completely white eyes, stabbing Bartas with the dragon's fang.

Then everything went dark.

END OF CHAPTER