She had none of her usual cold or amusing smile.
Just silence as she looked at his devastated state.
He tried to say something, but nothing but blood came out of his lips.
He tried to force it, but then the sharp claws held his jaw, raising his head, and turning them to look into his eyes.
"To think you will be reduced to such a state by one you called a clown."
"Goodbye now, Doragun."
She whispered, and in that moment, one of her claws moved, carving through his neck.
It silently pierced through the already weakened crimson scales, severing Doragun's neck with one smooth slash.
Its eyes dimmed gradually, and in silence, Doragun's head slipped from Svatava's grasp, plunging into the sea.
It remained like that, and just a few seconds later, it turned into crimson motes of light that wafted through the air.
It died.
The fiery beast that had kept her imprisoned for years, one whose hatred had raged in her heart for years, had finally fallen to her claws.
