Lifetimes of Pain, Suffering and Sorrow (9)

SWOOSH!

Quinn stared in disbelief at the small fist lodged deep into his chest. His eyes slowly lifted—

To Drakion.

A being now drenched in overwhelming killing intent, his entire aura screaming carnage.

Drakion slowly pulled his fist back from Quinn's chest—

Yet… no blood spilled.

That was when Quinn remembered.

He wasn't truly alive.

He was a projection—

A summoned remnant of the past.

This body wasn't real flesh and blood.

There would be no fatal damage.

Quinn quickly leapt backward, coming to a halt beside the Five Element Dragon.

The mighty dragon, too, dragged the other warriors to his side.

Together, they glared toward Drakion—

Eyes narrowed, bodies tense, caution etched into every breath.

Then…

The unexpected happened.

Just as they prepared for Drakion to attack again,

He… staggered.

A pained roar ripped through the battlefield.