Northern took a shard of the crystal he had broken from before and offered it to the Night Terror.
The proud hellion sneered at him. Although weak, it still had its guard up around Northern.
'I'm disappointed. I thought we became comrades the last time we fought together." Northern contorted his face into a look of pain.
Night Terror let out a grunt and with its claws, picked the little shard from Northern's palm.
Then Northern pointed his hand into his mouth, "It's supposed to go in there…"
The monster looked at him for a second.
Dried scars of brutal torture ran across his skin, the fierce and powerful flames in its eyes had now become faint.
Although Northern had removed all the shards, the disgusting veins still ran across its body and were pulsating.
'I hope taking the crystal does help.'
So far, so good; it had worked for him, so this was the best first-aid idea he could come up with.