Drawing blood from the wound of his chest that was refusing to heal quickly, the Black Dragon infused the blood with his magic and slowly began to transfer it to the immortal seated and unconscious before him.
His magic enveloped her and giving this surreal golden glow of light all around her. Her hair loose, as his magic teased a few loose strands falling over her face. He sat before her, silently enduring the pain of drawing blood from a heart still recovering from the deadly artifact.
The immortal dragon didn't really care as long as he got rid of that poison eating her alive.
