The man who lost his family, home, and his dear lover at once began to train like a madman; he swung his sword until his palms bled, then used a potion to heal those wounds, only to swing again.
Hours became days.
Days became Weeks.
Until he collapsed, the man did not sleep.
All for a single purpose, the man trained, fought and endured his bitter and cold heart for ten years before finally he learned of the enemy.
The true foe he must kill.
A dragon.
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Serena's eyes locked onto the centre of a huge crater.
Inside the crater, a mediocre-looking male stood with his sword lifted vertically in the air, and pierced by the blade was a black, bloody figure.
Her limbs dangled without power, her eyes closed—blood poured from the multiple wounds that poked from between her broken scales.
"Ah..."
The second thing Serena noticed was the man's missing arm, as if something had bitten and torn it off the stump, oozing a silver-gold blood.
"This isn't right."
