Clash of minds and soul [part 2]

The corpse of Black lay on the hood of a car and his blood left trails on the hood whilst wet sounds as it dripped down on the ground.

He had slaughtered every one of them. All that remained was this queen Black spoke about.

"Dan, how are you holding up?" Derek queried in a worried tone. The swirling dark mist around him intensified, and he vanished.

"Hey, "the warmth in his voice made the man who killed a majority of the cult members an illusion. Derek gently caressed Daniel's furry head while he gazed into the kid's sapphire eyes. 

"I'm fine, just a minor wound," Daniel whispered. He felt both strange and dizzy. A warning sound advising him to shut down to heal kept blaring, but he ignored it.

"They're dead, right? We can go now." Daniel said in a low tone, and Derek nodded. "Yes, we can."