The Black Dragon entered his room and gently lowered the immortal in his arms on his bed. He did so while making sure she was comfortably laid on the dark colored quilts.
The Immortal Black Dragon then returned on his feet to begin his spell on her.
Golden magic flowed abundantly from the tips of his fingers, spreading over the girl's unconscious form as he endured the pain of his heart being pierced by the irreversible world turning piece artifact. It was strange that his body was taking longer than minutes to clean up the injury in his heart, it was also stranger to know a killing artifact as lowly as that was powerful enough to give him such pain.
He was only grateful he didn't have to watch her suffer and die in the hands of this artifact instead. The pain then would have been unbearable and it would then be all wasted effort to keep this immortal alive and well by his side forever.
